[Klayko]

While he may have been drunk, he certainly was alert. Slurred, but alert. When Link arrived out of nowhere, of course it caused a panic among those he was around, but Bryce practically lit up if that was a good way to put it. The Armenian-American male practically rose from him seat to greet the other male, telling the others that did come to ease up.

"Weren't you in trouble or something..." his voice slurred a bit, recalling the conversation earlier that day, unaware that Samuel released the male for the purpose of breeding Bryce. He smiled drunkenly though, using his strength to bring the other male into a handshake and a slight hug as if they were friends before sitting down. "I'm glad you could make it either way."

There was mention of a bodyguard, which caused him to erupt with laughter.

"I had one...what was his name" he asked some of the others and they responded with Bruiser. "Yea...Bruiser! Bruiser got bruised last night. "

They continued to laugh as he finished down the Gin in hand before setting it down.

"Oh please," he insisted. "I only had four glasses. The rest is theirs, but hey! I know an open position that Bruiser can't fulfill anymore if you're interested. You do look the part, after all. Just try not to fondle another man's woman like he did and maybe we won't have to teach you respect"

He knew his way around a fight, drunk or not.

Samuel chuckled with an amused smirk.

"Oh? Keel over" he asked. "Here, I thought you were just on the verge of swooning."

Cold, but with a sense of humor. He took note of how skeptical the male looked as well as the fact that he was examining some of the various objects around the room.

"Oh, I totally assure you that I'm not on that 50 Shades of Grey kick most seem to find pedantically humorous" he stated. "I built up a fortune to share it with someone that was quite popular, but my intentions were for nought, so I have lovely wine and other delicacies of which to share with someone if they're willing."

He heard the faint sound of a stomach growling and followed up with "There's a coffee table in the living room with some finger foods that has your name on them."

He opened the door, proving his point.

"As for those rags" he continued. "Neither they nor the lines of those grey suits fit you. You should check out your closet some time soon."

He did take note of how Fife was standing rather than sitting. He knew of the breeder programs and how some were drilled to act and behave a certain way. Poor thing must have thought him to be some maniac that gave orders and expected him to carry them out like a slave.

"It was just me actually. I had a fiancé back when I was in college, but she fell ill" he continued. "Something that made her end it with me. Then on, I thought that maybe I could settle down again, but my last three chances didn't end well, so here I am in my thirties contemplating life over wine."

He looked over at Fife. "What about yourself?"