[Ravus has never taken so long pouring himself a glass of wine. From the sanctuary of the kitchen, he hears laughter rising above the music, and he hazards a look out.

Gladio, cozying himself up to Loqi of all people. That fucking bastard. Ravus isn't sure which of them that applies to. So much for Advanced Literature loyalty.

Loqi loved playing with other peoples' toys, and he usually got away with it because his family was so well-connected. Well, not tonight. Ravus pours a second glass of the wine and marches back out.

For a moment, he's tempted to pour it out on Gladio's lap to see if that would cool down this flirtation. But no, Ravus can imagine- Loqi sliding off the couch, kneeling in front of Gladio, running a towel up those legs and beneath the folds of the skirt.

Instead, he keeps his cool and simply sits back in his chair...without bothering to let Gladio move first. It's not like those quads can't support him. He slips the cup into Gladio's hand.]

If you're hoping for 'extra credit' from Loqi, be aware he makes promises with no intent to keep them. [He whispers into Gladio's ear. Louder, for the group:]

That's nothing. A whole a capella group was taking the freshman lit seminar last semester, and they decided they were all in love with Highwind. They broke out into song mid-lecture on Valentine's Day- they thought it would be a romantic gesture. I've never seen the professor shoot someone down so thoroughly.

[That story is his ace-in-the-hole in social situations. Someone had filmed the whole thing on their phone, and it had basically gone campus-viral. Loqi wished it had happened in his class.]