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He was supposed to have the day off. That didn't quite happen.
His phone woke up him at nine, and on the other end was his distraught mother. A pipe in his parents' basement had burst, and even though Davin is a mechanic and not a plumber, he was the one she called. Funny how she refuses to acknowledge his magic until she needs to take advantage of it.
His dad's out of town on business, so it was up to Davin to calm his mother and keep the basement from his childhood home from flooding. He sat his mother down on the sofa and turned off the water before heading down to the basement with his tools. He was able to use his magic to cut through the ruined section of pipe and hold up the new one so he could solder it in place, and then he cleaned up the basement as best he could.
He emerged hours later, wet and dirty and in a lousy mood, and his mother demanded he stay for tea before he could leave.
Now he's freshly showered, hair still a little damp at the ends as it sticks up everywhere, and he's wandering through the town's main drag as he tries to decide how to spend his evening. Beer will make an appearance at some point, surely.
He's weighing the pros and cons of pub food when someone brushes by him, and a streetlight glints off of some metal sliding out of the person's pocket. Davin stares at the keys as they fall and wills them to stop mid-air, holding out his hand and sending the keys flying through the air to land gently in his palm.
"Excuse me," he calls out, his Irish accent a little thicker due to his exhaustion. He shakes the keys out, peering out to try and see if he recognizes the person. "I think you dropped these."
[Come meet Davin! He's lived in Siren Cove since he was a kid, so if your character has been around for awhile they may recognize him. All his info is here, but the bullet points are: 22 year old gay Irish witch/mechanic who just wants a damn beer.]
His phone woke up him at nine, and on the other end was his distraught mother. A pipe in his parents' basement had burst, and even though Davin is a mechanic and not a plumber, he was the one she called. Funny how she refuses to acknowledge his magic until she needs to take advantage of it.
His dad's out of town on business, so it was up to Davin to calm his mother and keep the basement from his childhood home from flooding. He sat his mother down on the sofa and turned off the water before heading down to the basement with his tools. He was able to use his magic to cut through the ruined section of pipe and hold up the new one so he could solder it in place, and then he cleaned up the basement as best he could.
He emerged hours later, wet and dirty and in a lousy mood, and his mother demanded he stay for tea before he could leave.
Now he's freshly showered, hair still a little damp at the ends as it sticks up everywhere, and he's wandering through the town's main drag as he tries to decide how to spend his evening. Beer will make an appearance at some point, surely.
He's weighing the pros and cons of pub food when someone brushes by him, and a streetlight glints off of some metal sliding out of the person's pocket. Davin stares at the keys as they fall and wills them to stop mid-air, holding out his hand and sending the keys flying through the air to land gently in his palm.
"Excuse me," he calls out, his Irish accent a little thicker due to his exhaustion. He shakes the keys out, peering out to try and see if he recognizes the person. "I think you dropped these."
[Come meet Davin! He's lived in Siren Cove since he was a kid, so if your character has been around for awhile they may recognize him. All his info is here, but the bullet points are: 22 year old gay Irish witch/mechanic who just wants a damn beer.]
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"Did I, then? I must not have put them all the way in my pocket. Doesn't quite account for how they found themselves over t'you, now does it?"
She was smiling as she said it, already walking towards the younger man. "Unless there's trickery afoot?"
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"I must just be too quick for you to spot." He winks and holds out the keys for her to take. "Seems we have something in common, doesn't it?"
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"Seems more t'me that ye've a bit of the fey in ye," she muttered good-naturedly. Brigid took the keys, making a show of putting them deep into her pocket. "Aye, it appears we do and I can't tell ye how it warms m'heart t'hear the sound of home in yer voice. Are ye here from Ireland then?"
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The keys of St. Bernadette's. The ones Luke thought he had left behind after fixing their network. "Heck."
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Davin recognizes Luke once he turns around and steps under the streetlight, and he snorts as he spins the keys around his index finger before tossing them over. "Heck? You're somethin, man. How've you been?"
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He smiles at Davin. "I should bring back those keys right away."
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"Shit," he says, grinning. "Thanks, man. You headin' my way?" he nods towards the pub, the inviting light spilling out onto the sidewalk. He knows a man in need of a beer when he sees one.
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"Absolutely." Davin drops the keys into the man's palm and heads for the pub like a man stranded in the desert might head for a lush oasis. The guy's another regular, name right on the tip of Davin's tongue, and he looks over at him as they head inside. "I can practically smell the Guinness."
He hops eagerly onto a stool and holds his hand out once they're seated. "I'm Davin. I've seen you around but it's good to actually be meetin' ya."
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"Gabe," he says, reaching out to take Davin's hand, shaking it warmly. "Though I recognised you. You're in here a lot, right?" He gestures to the girl behind the bar for two pints of Guinness."
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Davin straightens a little when the woman comes closer and he recognizes her as Lara Quinn. He's seen her around, of course. And Davin may prefer the company of men, but Lara is one of those women whose beauty just defies sexuality. He's never been with a woman, but he looks at Lara and thinks maybe.
And then he feels guilty, because Lara is a lady and he's being entirely disrespectful, even if it's just in his mind. But she's just so gorgeous.
He realizes that he's just sort of staring when she begins to speak, because he doesn't think they've ever actually spoken before, but she knows who he is. Even if it's just that he's a good mechanic, he'll take it.
"Uh, yeah!" He finally says, cheeks pink. "I can squeeze you in tomorrow morning, if you've got the time? I'd be glad to take a look at her."
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Lara smiled at the young man as he blushed a little. "You're a life saver. My old mechanic a town over just retired and you come highly recommended by my staff." She cocked her head at him and gave him an appraising once over. Honestly she'd expected someone older, especially with the way the people that had recommended him had raved about him, but age was no indicator of prowess or experience as she knew very well. "As long as you treat her like the lady she is, she'll behave for you." she said with a wink.
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She gets that people are crabby sometimes, and she knows it doesn't really matter, but Joel was snippy this morning, and it just kind of started everything off on the wrong foot. Still, she turns around and he can see the actual irritation just sort of melt off her face when she realises that she doesn't actually know him. "Sorry, I.. Oh, wow." It's the keys for the bakery. She's been cooking for nearly twelve hours, and if she'd made it all the way home without them, there's no way she would have remembered where she'd dropped them. "Wow, seriously, you're a lifesaver, thank you."
Reaching for them, she clears her throat and smiles, and she's not quite sure why, but- "If you ever want free pastry, just stop by after I open in two weeks, and it's yours. I owe you one."
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"Not a problem, lass. Keep 'em close to ya, yeah?" His accent is thick with his own exhaustion and he steps forward, pressing the keys into her tiny palm. She's tiny all over, really. Cute as a button.
His brow lifts at her offer and he smirks teasingly, giving a shrug. "Oh, I don't know. I live above Maddy's over on Fourth, and she already gives me free pastries. How d'yours rate?"
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She's got two weeks to figure out what it is, how to make it, and put it together. Two weeks. She can do that in two weeks.
There's her own accent, actually - it's the south, it's Tennessee, and it's just because she's so fucking tired and her leg is reading her the riot act, but she's always the sort of person who just... talks to people. She shoves the keys - as well as her hands - into the back pockets of her jeans, rocking just a little forward and back in her chucks, just so she can keep the blood flowing. "I'm Raleigh, by the way." She tugs free a hand to wave, which is when she realises she's got flour streaking her arm, and she wipes it on her shirt - which is already covered in white blotches. Lovely, good first impression.
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"I didn't even feel them slip out," she chuckles, taking them and tucking them firmly into her purse. "Thank you so much!"
Now that she's closer, a slight frown tugs at her forehead. This close, its clear he's exhausted and that worries her. "Hey, are you okay? You don't look so great..."
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"You're quite welcome, m'dear." He gives her a nod and a tired smile as he takes in her face. She's a rather beautiful girl, and with his sleepy mind he finds himself really wanting to touch the gentle curl of her fiery hair. It looks rather soft. He blinks a few times and meets her eyes, a little surprised by the concern she shows him.
"Oh, I'm just fine," he assures her, smiling softly. "Just had a tirin' day after a very long week, is all. I'm doin' me best to end it on a high note before I finally hit the hay."
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It's genuinely the first thing he thought of to say after all that.
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"Oh," he says, surprised, but grateful, taking the proffered keys. "Thank you. I would have kept walking without knowing any better."
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"Hey, no problem." He drops the keys into the guy's palm and then looks up at him again, head tilting a bit. "Bailey, right? I live up the street from you, I think. Above Maddy's bakery."
Maddy's is full of standard bakery fare, but it's classics done well and cheap, and she has great coffee (thanks to Davin's input), so it's a frequent stop for people in the neighborhood looking for a sugar fix.
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It was entirely possible that it was another resident of Siren Cove with an Irish accent that sounded a lot like his friend growing up but he really doubted it. The fact that he dropped his keys is immaterial, when Kim spun around his face lit up at seeing his friend.
"Hey, it is you!"
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