Bill nodded, knowing exactly what Kirley had meant by having friends around. Egypt, as fun and as lovely as it was, was lonely at times. Oh, sure, he had made friends with those he worked with. But he still missed having his other friends around - especially on birthdays.
"Yes, really," Bill chuckled, making no comment on the Portia remark. Orsino's sister was lovely but she was just a friend and co-worker.
"Who can't flirt with Portia?" Orsino came over and joined the little group, holding a tray of colourful drinks and handed one out to each person present. "That one is called... well, not sure, actually. But it is blue, red and yellow... like K's guitars. Appropriate, yeah?"
He didn't wait for a definite answer, instead getting distracted by the instruments on the stage. "
Rainbow drums!" Orsino dashed over to the stage to get a better look.
A man - the owner of said drums, apparently - came over and stood beside O. The two had a conversation over the drums which seemed to bring a smile of delight to Orsino's face. The Weird Sister's drummer hopped up on the small stage with ease and sat himself behind the drum kit, thanking the other drummer when he was handed a set of drumsticks. Orsino counted himself in and then went straight into a drum solo that he seemed to be making up on the spot.
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