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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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"Oh, shit, for real?" says Gemma, slapping her ass with both hands as she whirls around and sees a set of keys dangling from his hand. Her wallet is definitely still in the left side, and her keys are definitely missing from the right. "Thanks, dude. I'm pretty sure my neighbours already think I'm a weirdo and possibly a criminal. I don't even want to know what they'd do if they caught me breaking into my house. Trying to break into my house. I'm bad enough with locks when I have a key."

He blinks at the sudden onslaught of words, trying to get his tired brain to keep up with it all. When she's done speaking he laughs warmly, stepping forward to hold the keys out to her. "Wouldn't your neighbors know it was your house that you were breaking into?"

It's genuinely the first thing he thought of to say after all that.

"I don't think they're quite convinced I belong there yet," admits Gemma. "Maybe I should mow my lawn again or something. Sometimes it's the little niceties that keep the wolves at bay." She finally take the final step necessary to retrieve her keys. "I so totally owe you one now."

"Aye, maybe bake them some cookies. If I was yer neighbor, cookies could make me look the other way on all sorts o' things." He laughs and drops the keys into her palm, smiling warmly at her. "Nah, ya don't owe me nothin', but I was just headin' to get meself a drink if you're willin' to offer some company?"

"Oh hell to the yes, I am so buying you a drink for that," she says, "and not just because I was about to get one myself. And something greasy and salty too, I think. I'm usually a sucker for sweet, but I've been sampling some new merchandise today and I'm about at my limit."

This girl's a high energy spitfire, that much is for sure, and Davin feels his dreary mood and exhaustion being swept away with the force of her enthusiasm. He smiles and nods, chuckling a little.

"Aye, sounds like a mighty fine plan t'me," he agrees happily. "And I know what ya mean. I live above Maddy's, that little bakery over on fourth. She's always gettin' me t'act as a guinea pig. Didn't even know I had a limit on how much sugar I could handle until she started stuffin' me face."

His accent is thicker than normal, due to how tired he is, and he jerks his chin towards a bar up the street that he knows serves that kind of greasy food they're both in the mood for. "I'm Davin, by the way."

"Gemma," she introduces herself, giving a little nod at his choice of destination. "That sounds like basically the best job in the world. 'Oh, hey, I'm going to force you to eat something delicious now.' Such a hard life, man. Once we cut the sweet with a little salt and a little bitter, you totally need to introduce me to your patron."

"Basically," he says with a snort. He's lucky to have Maddy. She mothers him in a way his own mother never did, and he adores her. "But I somehow endure. She'll be asleep by now, the ol' bird, but I'm sure we can set somethin' up."

He pulls open the door to the bar and leads Gemma in with a hand on the small of her back before dropping it to head for the bar. He sits down and immediately flags down the bartender, pulling out his wallet and handing over his card. "Pint o' Guinness an' whatever my lovely friend here's havin'. Go ahead an' open a tab."

"Guinness sounds perfect," says Gemma. "Drink and a meal all in one. But I thought the drinks were supposed to be on me, buddy." She gives him a good-natured bump to the shoulder with her own as she sits next to him.

"Whoops," Davin says with an easy shrug. He honestly wasn't thinking about it. "You can get the next round, aye?"

He bumps his shoulder back into her hers, careful not to knock her tiny frame off of the stool, and reaches greedily for his pint once it's put in front of him. "So, Gemma, my newest and tiniest friend. Tell me about yourself."

He takes a long drink and then lets out a pleased sigh as he props his chin up in his hand and looks at her.