Who: Orion Sinistra and Mira Jasper
What: frist meetings!
Where: A BEACH HOUSE
When: this weekend!
STATUS: FINISHING IN COMMENTS!
Orion couldn’t even remember how he had heard about the party he was currently in attendance of, nor could he remember who owned the large piece of property. He knew enough people to have heard about it through the grapevine, so there was a good chance he didn’t even know the host. There were enough familiar faces around for him to not feel completely out of place, but he was a social creature by nature, so even if he didn’t know anyone, people were sure to know him by the end of the night. It wasn’t even that he craved attention; people naturally just took a liking to him.
He had spent a great deal of his time around the large bonfire that was set up on the house owner’s beach property, nursing a beer and talking to whoever decided to sit down next to him. Ever since he was a kid he always had a fascination with fire, which was why he had spent most of his night sitting around the flames, watching them dance about in the wind.
Taking the final sip of his beer, Ri rose to his feet and made his way back to the house, shaking some excess sand from his sneakers before he stepped inside. It was much louder inside, with music playing in the background and a few rambunctious drunk girls speaking at an unnecessary volume. He just tried to step around them so he could get to the fridge, grabbing himself another beer before he turned around to find himself face to face with one of the aforementioned drunk girls. She was grinning up at him, glassy eyed.
“There’s three of you. Did you know that?”
Her words were slurred, and Orion lifted a brow, watching her sway in place, hardly able to keep her balance on her steep wedged sandles. He carefully set down his beer on the counter, feeling as though it was a good idea to have both hands free.
“Is that right?" he asked incredulously, though he couldn't help but be amused by her enthusiasm. "Well, all three of me think you ought to sit down.”
She grinned at him again, and then without any warning at all, she leaned forward and threw up on the floor next to his feet. He grimaced, and watched as she tried to regain her balance, grateful that he had both hands free since she started to topple over and eventually passed out cold in his arms. He let out a sigh, shifting her in his arms before he scooped her up. Someone else could clean up the mess she had left in her wake, but he couldn’t just leave her there in the middle of the kitchen. He looked around, approaching the first person he saw, the drunk girl still curled up in his arms.
“'Scuse me,” he started, to get the girl’s attention, “you know where I might be able to put her?” He gestured down to the girl in his arms, hoping the brunette he had approached might know where there was a bedroom so he could at least put her down on something comfortable.
As she glanced down dryly at the wizard with the passed out witch in his arms, Mira couldn’t help but wonder what in the holy hell she was doing here. This was not her scene, she did not enjoy watching people make out with each other on table tops (only she enjoyed doing that), nor did she appreciate this rather frankly lackluster atmosphere. But, her sister was visiting for a week, and she had wanted to go to this party, so, here she was. Sitting at the kitchen table counting down the minutes on her timepiece until it was time to leave.
She was getting too old for this.
Letting out a silent, but long, sigh, Mira dropped her hands to the table to get a proper look at this wizard in question. It was a shame, for he was quite handsome with some dangerously appealing rugged good looks, but, if he was attending to a girl like that...
“Your girlfriend, your problem,” she let out dismissively, shrugging her shoulder as she spoke. It was a bit rude, a bit ruder than she usually was to a stranger, but her patience had long run thin; she was very obviously not going to benefit from being at this party a second longer, so why waste the energy? Mira supposed she could have just said she had no idea who lived here, but that felt a bit too charitable a response.
She dragged another long look over the unconscious drunkard in his hands before tightly resting her chin in her palm.
The reaction to his question caused one of his brows to lift slightly above the other, unable to help the smirk that was creeping along his lips. He supposed he shouldn't really have expected much, though he was happy she wasn't as drunk as the girl in his arms when she finally gave him her attention. She was definitely a pretty girl; looked vaguely familiar, like he had seen her around at parties before, or knew her through a friend, but they had never officially met.
"Well, I'd say you have a point...only the lass isn't my girlfriend. See, she became my problem when she literally fell into my arms but a minute ago."
He adjusted the girl again, looking over the counter at the dark haired witch.
"Would you rather I leave her in front of the fridge?" He tilted his head back towards the kitchen, wondering if she gave a damn either way. He hadn't talked to her long enough to get a good read on her, though he was hoping she would at the very least tell him she didn't know, or point him in the right direction.
It was her turn to raise one of her brows, and with a considerable peaking interest, Mira turned her attention back toward this craggy wizard. Wasn’t his girlfriend? Oh, well, that helped with her patience a little. Dropping her hand back down onto the table, Mira leaned forward to look at the unconscious girl again.
To be honest, Mira had little idea where a suitable place to put her would be in this house. She supposed there had to be a couple of bedrooms, but that didn’t mean they weren’t already occupied through one means or another. Which left.... out here, in the open.
“Here.” Mira got up suddenly, brushing herself off as she did so. “Put her here,” she sighed, waving generally to the now open seat in front of her. She supposed she could use a change of scenery, and she seriously doubted her confirmation of yes, she would like to see this girl dumped in front of the fridge, would be well received.
When she got up from her seat and offered it to him as a place to put the unconscious girl in his arms, he let out a breath of relief. "You're an angel." He said, as way of thanks, moving around her in order to put her down in the newly vacant chair. He placed her down in a way where he could only hope she wouldn't fall over, and even went so far as to keep his hands hovering just a few inches away from her once she was out of his grasp, to make sure he wouldn't have to catch her again. Once he was satisfied that she was going to be alright where she was, he straightened up and turned to the girl he had dubbed an 'angel' just moments before.
"Good karma is coming your way for this," he offered, though now that he wasn't responsible for the well being of some girl who had one too many drinks, he was able to focus on just how pretty she was. He then realized that he still had no idea what this girl's name was.
"I guess I should probably introduce myself; that way when you talk about the wanker who made you give up your seat, you can address me by name." He flashed her a smile and then extended one of his hands out towards her, since he now had one free for her.
"Name's Orion."
She crossed her arms over her chest while watching this unconscious bint slip unceremoniously into her seat, withholding the deepest of sighs all the while. At the very least, Mira supposed, now she could say she didn’t not help a complete stranger. Bianca would be proud.
Speaking of her best friend...
“My best friend will need to know,” Mira nodded thoughtfully, casually, with the smallest of smiles playing on her lips. “For a properly constructed story.” She reached out, and with a bit of subdued surprise, took Orion’s hand. When was the last time she had met a wizard with a handshake? To her pleasure, his hands were rough.
“Well Orion,” she started, dropping her hand after briefly squeezing his (and making sure to casually brush her fingertips against his palms as her hand receded). “What else should I tell her about you?” Mira blinked slowly, watching his face intently under her lashes. Merlin that beard did wonders for his face.
When she finally reached out to accept his introduction, his fingers wrapped around her hand, which was smaller and delicate in comparison to his own. His were calloused due to years of working with dragons, and strumming at the strings of his guitar, but hers were soft - the way a woman's should be. Not that he couldn't appreciate a witch who worked with her hands, but she seemed like the type who spent an ample amount of time making sure her skin remained flawless.
She didn't give him a name, but he was determined to get it from her by the end of their conversation. He wouldn't tell her that of course, since he was getting the impression she liked being a little withholding. He wasn't ever the type to turn down a challenge, so he just smirked at her when she pried for more information under the guise of wanting more information to tell her best friend.
"Well, let's see," he started, reaching up to rub a hand along his jaw as he thought about what else he could say, if only just to humor her. "I'm a Scorpio, my favorite color is red, and I enjoy bubble baths and long walks on the beach." He was messing with her, of course, though everything but the last bit was true. He just wanted to see how she reacted. "Anything else you think your friend might want to know?"
Good Merlin he was handsome. Despite her best efforts, Mira was unable to keep the usually vague look of interest she tended to keep when talking to wizards. Instead, her eyes were caught steadily on the movement of his hand, her thoughts as equally set on deciding just how pleasantly rough his coarse hands would be when occupied with her.
Mmm.
Blinking slowly, Mira rested on of her hands on her hips while she thought. Well, of course Bianca would want to know everything about this wizard down to his criminal record, but that would be easy to obtain. Bianca said they looked up people’s files all the time. Not that she thought Orion was one to have a record or anything-- how could you when you were that dashing?
“Oh yes, she’ll need to know loads more,” Mira waved her hand idly, the smallest of smiles beginning to tug onto her lips. “Profession, age, height, shoe size...” As she spoke, she ticked off each item on the list with one finger. Her smile widened.
“She’s a hit-wizard, so therefore very important to keep on her good side.” With that, Mira winked--- though she supposed she really shouldn’t have, because that last bit was quite true. “But bubble baths and beach walks? Good to know.”
