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Taras was hunched over the bar again, staring at the untouched glass of vodka in front of him.
Somehow he wasn't quite in the mood to get completely smashed, at least, not alone.
He glanced over his shoulder, looking around the room. Several guests were nearly staggering, leaning on each other and laughing, while others had broken up to smaller groups for quiet conversation.
Taras caught sight of the woman in black from earlier, though only briefly before she disappeared into the thinning crowd.
The party had definitely died off for the night. Even if Isaev hadn't had the confrontation with Liadov, Taras was sure he'd want to leave anyway.
Taras knew he was ready to go, and leave this place and what had happened here behind him.
Somehow he wasn't quite in the mood to get completely smashed, at least, not alone.
He glanced over his shoulder, looking around the room. Several guests were nearly staggering, leaning on each other and laughing, while others had broken up to smaller groups for quiet conversation.
Taras caught sight of the woman in black from earlier, though only briefly before she disappeared into the thinning crowd.
The party had definitely died off for the night. Even if Isaev hadn't had the confrontation with Liadov, Taras was sure he'd want to leave anyway.
Taras knew he was ready to go, and leave this place and what had happened here behind him.
