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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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"Davin!"

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!"

"Aye, how could ya tell?" He laughs and walks up to his friend, holding out the keys in one hand while reaching up to clap him on the shoulder with the other. "How've ya been, Kim?"

"It's your animal magnetism that I sensed," Kim said with a laugh, taking his keys and clapping Davin on the shoulder. He felt slightly guilty though, that he hadn't looked up his friend before now. "How have you been?"

"Ah, jus' drawn to me, are ya?" He gives Kim a wink and relaxes under his touch. After a whole day spent with his mother, he isn't going to say no to any sort of display of affection. Which is sort of backwards of how it should be, but he's long since accepted it.

"Been busy. I got promoted at the auto shop awhile back, an' I'm pretty much runnin' the place. Still settlin' in." He shrugs and rocks back on his heels. "Hey, you eat yet? You can tell me what you've been up to over burgers, because I'm starved."

There's a small part of Kim that kind of aches at the sight of Davin and all the memories seeing him brings up. Good memories that he really should have built on once he went to New York for school and he didn't. Kim had made some great friends there but that didn't mean Davin was replaced.

"Congrats on running the place," Kim said, grinning, happy for his friend. "And yeah, let's go get something to eat and catch up."

"Man, it's good t'see you. Been too long." He grabs his arm again and smiles before turning him around so they can walk towards the nearest diner, pushily affectionate as always. "Thanks. Y'need to tell me all about the big apple, o' course."

"Yeah, I actually go to travel around a lot of other places too, I was in a band," Kim said. It was kind of an understatement, the band was crazy big but it was entirely possible that Davin didn't keep up with that sort of thing. Also, Kim had been forced to use a different name. Either way, he was glad to see his friend again.

"But New York is amazing. There's always something to do there."

"No shit? That's awesome, man. You'll have to let me hear some'a your stuff." Thy head for the diner side by side and Davin's smile turns sly just before he winks at Kim. "I dunno, I always seem t'find some trouble t'get into around here just fine."

"You've probably heard of them. Phoenix Falling?"

They were stupidly popular the last few years, almost to the point of nausiem. Of course, considering they'd had Kim "Americanize" his name and change his appearance to appeal to a broader market Davin could be forgiven for not recognizing him.

"And what trouble? Was it by yourself or did you find someone crazy enough to let you drag them into the middle of it?"

"No shit? I heard you guys on the radio all the time but never saw your faces. That's crazy, man. You made it!" He claps Kim on the shoulder and pulls him in, shaking him fondly. "And since you're rich, ya can buy your old buddy a beer."

He winks and lets him go, grinning proudly at him. Davin just likes music in general. There isn't really any genre he outright dislikes; they all have their moments. He is a mechanic cliche in that he loves classic rock, but he also loves shitty pop music. He's a little all over the place with his tastes.

"All sorts of trouble, though my favorite's the kind two people get into together, if ya know what I mean." Kim knew Davin back when he was dating Jake in high school, and he was there after Jake dumped him in the shittiest way possible after graduation. Davin used to be kind of a romantic. Not so much anymore, at least not right now.

"Yeah, I did," he said, making a bit of a face. Davin would probably understand better than most how that sort of crazy fame wasn't the kind that he would enjoy for too long. "And I'm not that rich, but yeah, beers are on me."

Kim could imagine the sort of things that Davin meant. He always felt bad about what happened to his friend and how much it changed him. Kim was still a sort of romantic and he hoped that Davin was at least happy with no longer being one.

"Checkers, you're talking about playing checkers, aren't you?"

"Boggle, you naive fool." He winks and opens the door to the bar once they reach it, ushering Kim inside. Truth it, Davin isn't exactly happy not being a romantic. He tells himself he is, and for the most part he believes it, but he's lonely. He'd like to have a person of his own. But he just doesn't think it's in the cards for him.

"So, you must have some stories t'tell." They sit at the bar and Davin signals for a Guinness. "What's it like, bein' famous? I imagine it's the sort o' thing that's real fun at first but loses its shine pretty quick."

"It's crazy," Kim said, sitting across from Davin and trying to figure out a way to explain what he had gone through to Davin. It was hard to describe to someone that hadn't experienced it just because it was so different from anything else that Kim had gone through.

"I mean, I loved performing to huge crowds going nuts. It was the best. But I had to be this other person even when I stepped off the stage the whole time and that was exhausting. It just- it just stopped being fun. I miss- I mean there's nothing like thousands of people going nuts when you perform, I miss that."

Davin listens as he talks and then scoffs, shaking his head as he takes the pint from the bartender. "Fuck that, man. You're awesome just as ya are."

He claps his friend on the shoulder and squeezes the back of his neck, shaking playfully. Man, he missed this guy. "If ya love playin', do it as yourself. The people who don't like it don't deserve t'see ya in the first place."

"I know, I know, it's just so much easier to do when you fit a mold," he said. There were always people that could break the mold and be successful doing it and Kim hoped that he could be one of those but he had sort of fell into the rock star thing.

"But I'm going to keep playing. I don't think I could stop anymore than you could stop playing with cars."

"Well, as long as you're happy, man. I just don't think ya need to change. You're awesome." He takes a long sip of his beer and looks over at him with a happy laugh. "You'll be playin' for a long time, then. You'll have t'let me know when ya have your next show so I can be there."