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Now he found himself in one of his old preferred haunts pre his being a single dad days. The bar glinted gold and amber, the beyond count of bottles that lined the back wall set the mood of the whole establishment. The rest of the bar followed suit with soft gold lighting and black to softly contrast. The place reeked luxury though it was more aimed towards the middle class. It was where they went to feel rich, to possibly rub shoulders with some of Manhattan's elite that frequented the place. Jace himself sat at the bar counter a simple but smooth whiskey imported from Ireland that he'd grown fond of. He had a few bottles of it stashed away in his apartment as well. His ex-partner had dragged a much younger Jace with her to Ireland where he promptly fell in love with Redbreast. The twelve-year-old much more appealing to his taste buds over the twenty-one-year-old. It's one of the few things that drew him back to this particular bar, it was one of the few that had it in constant supply year round. For that alone, the small Manhattan bar had earned a firm spot on his favorite's list.
Dotted along the counter where candles and as he sipped away at his whiskey he made the small flame before him dance. Grew it slightly larger or shrunk it down so much. Just enough to entertain himself without drawing too much attention. But that all ground to a halt when another warm body landed in beside him. Lazily he glanced from the candle's flickering form to the face belonging to his new neighbor. They were fairly pretty, he'd give them that but Jace's flirting game was rusty and as Mushu he had no reason to flirt. He never met another dragon male or female. Well, there was the Great Stone Dragon but that fucker was useless. All he was now was a pile of rubble. If the Fa home still stood that is. Such thoughts on only blackened his mood. He quickly finished his glass and ordered another.
He spared his neighbor another look before asking the most cliched bar question in existance.
"What brings you here?"
Enough moping already, it's your one night off dad duty! A voice in his head chided as the handsome man next to him answered him. The CEO winced. He really should have seen that answer coming. Jesus Christ, he was getting rusty. Guess so many years tied down to the same woman who rejected ninety percent of your advances does that to a guy. He really should have seen the divorce coming a mile off. Especially after finding another man in the bed you once shared. But she begged for another chance and you forever the fool gave it.
Now here Jace stood with rusted as hell flirting skills which the other male easily dodged around. Then all the candles went out. His eyebrows raised as he looked around. The redhead had gotten every single one. "Colour me impressed." Jace grinned, already beginning to feel more like himself premarriage. The smile grew wider at the challenge laid out before him. It's like taking candy from a baby. The candles blinked back to life, their soft glow once again lighting the bar.
Jace pulled one of the candles between the pair. He had yet to meet someone with abilities like his own and it filled him with childlike glee. He blew out the one candle before splaying his hand out before him, palm up. There sat a small flame, flickering like a girl's skirt on a windy day. A small jerk of his wrist had the flame bouncing like a rabbit across his skin till it nestled on the wick. "Any more tricks up your sleeve?" He asked intrigued by how much control did this stranger have over their shared element?