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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.]

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"I know that, I know that." He pushes against Davin's hand. "What's the deal with that neck grabbing, Davin? Where did you get that from?"

Davin winces, unable to read his tone and afraid he's tipped over into annoying. He bites his lip and then slides his hands into the pockets of his jeans, putting a few inches between them as they walk. "Bad habit, I guess."

Heck crackers, Luke can't do 'banter' to save his life.

"Dude, hey no, wait!" He angles at Davin's body before squeezing his neck. "Curiosity, Davin. Only curiosity."

"Oh." He chuckles a bit at his own overreaction and knocks their shoulders together. "I don't know, some people are weird about bein' touched."

He looks over at Luke and shrugs, not really sure how to explain it. He's probably a little touch-starved, due to a lack of physical affection from his parents growing up and a lack of physical intimacy now. "I'm just touchy feely, I guess."

"Just touchy feely. Sounds like a well constructed argument fof your behavior."

"Trying to be kidding, again. I wasn't judging." He shakes his head. "Too many people judge too easily and too often."

"Some people like me touchin' and feelin' them, I'll have ya know." He laughs but keeps his hands in his pockets, nodding along with Luke as he speaks. "Hell, ain't that the sorry truth. No point in it, is there."

"Oh, I'm sure. I don't know why you even hanged out with us, you were like a collector's items with some gi- oh yeah."

He scratches his collarbone. "Not working is making my brain shrink, I think. I think a nice touch with someone close to you can be ni- good. I'm just not into the super touchy, I think. Don't trust it, I guess. And that's a lot of thoughts and guesses on an easy subject."

"A collector's item?" He blinks in confusion, unsure of how to take such a remark. Everything he says next kind of makes Davin frown a little, brows furrowed thoughtfully, and he keeps his hands firmly in the pockets of his jeans. No more touching, duly noted. =

Luke's making a mess of it and his friend - he's sure he can call Davin still a friend, is carrying the burden of it.

"Dude, I just meant you were - girls loved you in high school. The accent and the smile and when parents asked me to help their daughters tutor, the daughters only asked me about Davin. It was a compliment. Sorry."

Davin looks over at him, sensing the tension, and gives him an easy smile. "Dude, you're fine. No need to apologize. I had no idea that I was such a novelty in high school. But then again, I wasn't really paying attention to the girls."

He winks and pulls his hands out of his pockets to let them hang easily at his side. Things got awkward there fora second, but there's no reason for them to stay that way. "Hey, you eat yet?"

"I was so jealous", he mutters under his breath, before adding in his normal voice. "I can always eat, you know that. You're okay with Apples and Eve? I don't have to explain my issues there."

"Aww, you sweet little lamb. You should have said!" He cackles and gives him a bright grin. "You know I'll play wingman for ya any day, friend. I could be yer lucky charm."

He waggles his eyebrow at the joke (because get it? He's Irish!) and then shrugs as turn the corner to see Apples and Eve in the distance. "Fine with me, Mr. Fussy."

He smiles to let him know that he's teasing and then looks up at the moon, taking in a deep breath of fresh, cool air.

"Aren't you too tall to be a leprechaun?"

He shoves him aside so Luke can be the first in. "I can get take-out and follow you to the town of animal abuse and environment-destruction, if you want to play it that way."

Davin just throws his head back and laughs, stumbling a bit as Luke pushes him aside. "Now, is that any way to treat your dinner date?"

He smirks and follows Luke to a table, falling into the chair with a relieved sigh. "I was serious though, man. If ya ever want to go out together so I can play wingman, I'd be game. It'd be fun."

"You're not a date!"

Right away Luke recognizes how crude he sounds and he cringes. "At least let me buy you dinner before turning this into something serious", he pathetically tries.

He really has to stop acting like being gay would be the worse thing in the world and that people would call him such. It's the bullying he hates, not the ..result.

"If you still want to be seen with me, of course. This is why I will end up alone."

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Davin raises an unamused eyebrow and then smirks, keeping quiet and letting Luke flail his way around. He chuckles and sits back in his seat, shaking his head in exasperated amusement.

"Yeah, you're pretty terrible at this," he laughs, reaching for the menu. "An' yeah, y'are gonna buy me dinner for implyin' that bein' on a date with me would be the worst thing in the world."

He looks up at Luke from over the top of his menu with a smile to let him know that he's not really offended, but hey. He's still going to make Luke buy him dinner.

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"Sorry, I swear."

This is why Luke doesn't do anything else but work and create. "In Cali, Shelly would app me pointers so I could prepare myself before screwing up", he offers with a sheepish grin. "Any social happening, in a way it was really convenient."

"You sure are lucky yer cute." He laughs and rests his elbow on the table, propping his chin in his hand and looking at him. "Not that I'm a social savant, but I can try an' help."

Davin has been on dates ranging from successful to catastrophic, and he's good at talking to people. Maybe he can try and help the poor little lamb. He smiles to himself and then looks down at his menu.

"Davin, come on, shut up. Will you shut up if I start dishing out compliments?"

Luke doesn't need to look at the menu, instead greeting the waitress and slowly, well-articulated, offering his order. "It's not like I'm an order bride or something."

"Couldn't hurt." Davin's expression goes a little more serious and he furrows his brow as he looks down at his menu. His face is neutral and is tone is perfectly polite as he orders a salad, smiling a little at her as he hands over the menu.

Luke is an awful human being.

"You're funny. You're patient and very easy to be around with and I definitely understand why both men and women vie for your attention. I'm sure both Kim and I felt saved by your friendship during highschool and I'm grateful that I could pick it up when I returned here."

"..something like that?"

Davin wasn't serious, so when Luke starts speaking he nearly chokes on the water he's sipping. His cheeks are burning red and he sets down his glass. He laughs self-consciously, as he's never been good at receiving compliments.

"Thank you, Luke," he says warmly, without a trace of humor in his tone. That soon changes, and the playful smirk so familiar on his face returns. "But if this isn't a date, you might want to ease up on the sweet nothings."

"Okay, so we both are horrible human beings."

Luke gestures at the waitress. "Can you at least place an order?"

Davin laughs and orders a sandwich and a coffee with a pleasant smile before handing the menu over to the waitress. He looks around the restaurant and then props his chin in his hand, elbow on the table as he looks at his friend. "So what's up, man? Talk t'me."

"Eh. Well, I'm trying to get my parents out of our shitty old place because that needs to be torn down before it can be livable again but they refuse. They still think I'm ten and can't believe I have money now and can take care of them."

He frowns. "If you were talking about that."