Rhodes disappears from my side briefly to hunt down some drinks for us, despite the fact that he had already decided that the drinks at these sorts of events are always terrible.
"They've watered it down completely, it's basically cheap boxed wine," Rhodes huffs as he reappears beside me in front of a large canvas coated in yellow with flecks of gold and green. I take the wine gratefully from him; if it's crap to him, then it might be something my unqualified palate will enjoy. One sip later, though, the opposite point has been proven.
"That just tastes weird," I try and hide the grimace on my face. I widen my eyes as I see Rhodes take another sip. "Why are you still drinking it?" He stares down at the plastic wine glass for a second before he raises his shoulders in a shrug.
"It would be rude to not at least try and finish it, plus there isn't really an alternative. I knew I should have snuck a flask in," he murmurs with a slight hint of amusement in his tone. His eyes grow more curious as he focuses them on the art in front of us.
"You like it?" I ask him, nudging his side with my shoulder slightly.
"No, I can't figure out what it is," he replies with a hint of confusion.
"It's not one of those ink blot tests, it's art, it's whatever you want it to be," I reply with a light smile. A ghost of a smile appears on Rhodes's lips too as his head nods slowly.
"Well, I like knowing what things are; I do too much thinking already," he huffs in mock exasperation. The thought is amusing to me; Rhodes likes things to be straightforward and uncomplicated. I already figured that out when I had to sign a contract with an extensive set of rules, but I guess it's amusing that it's the same with his artistic preferences.