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[golden_lyre]

[OOM: Out of his sleep, from time to time,
From between half open lips,
Escaped the bewildered words which try to tell
The tale of his bright night
And his wing-shadowed day
The soaring flights of thought beneath the sun
Above the islands of the seas
And all the deserts, all the pastures, all the plains
Of the distracting foreign land.]Orpheus'

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omg let me know if this is a bad plan

[risen_from]

She says:

"Hard day? Wanna talk about it?"

lol, let's give it a shot. :)

[golden_lyre]

He glances over at her, eyes slowly taking in her form, then turns back to his drink.

"Why? You want to listen?"

:D

[risen_from]

'Dite smiles, crossing one smooth leg over the other.

"To you. Anytime."

[golden_lyre]

He downs a quick shot of ouzo and pours another glass.

"'M done singing for the night."

[alsoagreengrass]

Orpheus is quiet. Too quiet for Scorpius as he knows him. And the drinking -

Well.

Scorpius sets aside his butterbeer with a frown.

"All right?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus turns to him with bleary eyes and a hazy smile.

"Who me? Fine, sure."

[alsoagreengrass]

"If you say so."

Scorpius thinks Orpheus looks like he could use a hug.

He scoots a seat closer.

"Do you want something to eat with that?"

[golden_lyre]

He's smiling, see? He can't be doing that badly if he's smiling, can he?

(And if he were to get a hug, he'd likely no be able to keep smiling like that.)

"Hm, no. Not hungry."

Slurring his words just a bit but not hungry.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter enters from the front door with her cloak pulled over her head and drying off from a bad rainstorm.

In a few moments she's sitting beside Orpheus and leaning against him as Bar provides her with a glass.

[golden_lyre]

He was already a bit buzzed when he got to Milliways, and he's had a couple drinks since then, but he still manages to get an arm around her and frown slightly as he says, "My lady?"

[wheatencrown]

She pushes her cloak back and kisses his cheek,

"Yes, Orpheus. Bad night?"

[golden_lyre]

"Just a gig," he says, a bit of a slur to his voice. "Just a gig in a bar."