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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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"You know, I've only been to a genuine Irish pub once in me whole life? I'm an embarrassment to our kind." He laughs and holds out his arm for her to take while they walk. "I went to visit m'gram for my eighteenth birthday and went out for a night on the town."
It's a night that he looks back on fondly. He drank his weight in Guinness and had sex with a hot pale-eyed, dark-haired boy named Bradan who made him hotcakes with a candle stuck in them the next morning. He smiles at the memory and then blushes for having such thoughts with Brigid at his side. "I wish I could have spent more time over there, but it costs an arm 'n a leg to cross the damn Atlantic."
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"Aye, it's a dear enough flight, innit? S'probably why I'm not after m'family t'come visit me here. One flight's easier than the lot they'd need t'do it." She looked aghast at the idea of only having been in one pub. "Only one then? That's a near tragedy, it is. If I wasn't s'focused on m'craft and prone t'losin m'self in th'art so often, I'd probably look into startin one here just t'stave off th' yearnin for it."
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Davin laughs looks over at her with a warm smile, angling them towards a diner up the street.
"Now see, I've got bars here I like, and I've found meself inside 'em a bit in the year and a half they've allowed me. I must not know any better."
He opens the door for the diner and gestures her inside, following in after her. "But if ya ever do open such a pub, I guarantee you a'least one regular customer."
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"I keep forgettin the way ye Yanks are about drinkin. Never understood it m'self, but I reckon they look at us like we're bleedin cracked as well. I started havin sips off m'da's pints from the time I could sit at the table by m'self."
The more she thought about the idea, the more she liked it, but knew that would have to wait until she settled herself a little more. And until she was sleeping again.
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They slide into a booth across from each other and he reaches eagerly for the menu. "I am right starved</>. Do me a favor and don't judge me for how much I'm about to pack away."
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Brigid waved away his comment. "Yer a young lad still, aren't ye? I'd imagine ye could eat yer way through the menu and still be askin after more when yer done. M'brother Liam could eat a cow still in the field when he was yer age as I hear it told," she told him.
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[ooc: ahhhhhhh not spotting a typo until after the tag has been replied to, MY SUPERPOWER]
"Aye, turned twenty-two back in May." He pauses in scanning the menu and looks up at her with a tilted head. "Not that you any older than myself, but I know better than t'ask a lady her age, so I'll be keepin' my mouth shut."
He winks at her and then lifts his smile to aim it at the waitress when she arrives, ordering the largest breakfast platter they have with extra pancakes and bacon, along with coffee and a piece of apple pie. That should hold him over.
For now.