Roleplay

Eve quietly headed down the sidewalk, her arms wrapped somewhat around herself as she walked. She didn’t look back, unsure what she would think if she did and found him looking after her. On the one hand, if she had and he wasn’t, she wouldn’t have been surprised but…in an odd way, Eve knew she would’ve felt disappointed; on the other, if she had and he was, she would’ve been thoroughly astonished but happy in a way.
So she avoided the toss-up of looking back and just kept moving, her head up to keep an eye on what was around her. Eve did afford herself one look back at the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle starting, though she couldn’t really see anything from this distance now. Biting her lip, she continued on her way, shaking her head slightly at herself.
What was she even thinking at this point? He had all the signs of exactly who she shouldn’t be around, all the signs of someone that her parents would undoubtedly get on her case about (not that they needed more of an invitation after her leaving to see Sparky)…but Eve could tell he wasn’t bad. At least, not entirely. Rough around the edges, perhaps, but it was in an oddly charming way-
“Stop it,” she chastised herself as she went along. She glanced back at the sound of footsteps behind her, but she just saw a girl coming out of an apartment to take her overexcited white puppy on a walk; it bounced around her as she headed in the opposite direction. Eve turned back and kept walking, one hand over her mouth as she went.
A laugh had very nearly escaped her at his rather startled expression when she’d dropped a kiss on his cheek; it was an action she was now going to overanalyze. Why had she even done that? She’d been egged on by some unidentified sense of bravery, which was now followed by a pretty intense feeling of awkwardness. Though she was still amused at the fact he’d seemed so surprised by it.
Eve supposed she could have been concerned about anything coming of it, but with her track record…she automatically assumed she’d be lucky if he did indeed show up the next week. Even if he did, that wasn’t saying it would go any further; she wouldn’t worry about things like what she was unless it really came down to it. No one had hung around quite long enough for her to have to worry about them noting her not really changing-
She pushed her key into Sparky’s apartment door, entering and kicking the door shut behind herself and locking it back closed. The whole occurrence would be something she had to consider later…namely, whenever her darling sister arrived home, as she was obviously not home; the apartment was dark.


Sparky’s eyes narrowed distrustfully at his response, leaning away slightly as he’d bent down to retrieve the shoes from beneath her stool. Confusion swam across her face as she stared at the shoes on the bar, turning the one she was well aware of having been broken to the side, blinking at them in complete confusion. “…Well, I-dunno why you did, but-I know you did,” she stammered out unevenly, turning her head to instead look at him. He wasn’t even paying attention to her now, having turned around to watch the people on the floor. “And…I don’t know how they-are suddenly okay-you broke them.”
She ground her teeth slightly at the tone of voice he’d used to insist she did need him for the water; even foggy as she was, she knew that was one of her pet peeves. “I don’t need anyone,” she snapped, surprised by the fact his comment struck close enough to her nerves to illicit an almost-normal reaction. She reached for the water, her coordination a little off to where she nearly knocked the bottle onto the floor; she managed to grab it and set about trying to open it.
“You know, it’s-rude to laugh-at a lady.” Her words were unsure as they came out, slurred slightly as she focused on figuring out how to get the cap off of the water. Was…she supposed to twist to the left or right to get it open? Why was it this difficult??? An annoyed look then flashed across her face. “…is that-important to you? Because-I fail to see-how it’s your business.”


Eli knew he looked surprised at Icarus’ invitation. Jay never seemed to be someone who was all that concerned with being around others, though he seemed to handle being around Eve and Icarus perfectly fine. He’d been around her brother a few times but never for very long or very consistently, as Jay always seemed to be busy with various things. From what Eli knew, Icarus’ brother was somehow capable of healing, though it was always under the control of the “greater being.”
It always rather bothered Eli that God was the one who decided whether Jay’s healing worked. When it came to these kids, it was hard not to want them to magically recover; they were too young to be going through the things they were going through. Eli didn’t know how much he could support the leadership of someone who was okay with allowing such young kids to have to deal with cancer and leukemia and who knew what else.
“Maybe sometime,” was the somewhat agreement he offered, unsure what more to say. It was always interesting to him to hear about just how attached Icarus was to her brother; it was even more attached than Eve to Sparky, though the second bond had been partially severed due to one of the sisters falling. That had been quite the spectacle, as the vast majority of the Selerani family had actually been born angels, including the pair of sisters.
If a long-standing, nearly-full angel family could have darkness claim one of their members, it could happen to anyone.
“How has Jay been?” Eli was sure he was going to moderately regret asking, as Icarus had a tendency to talk a lot on her own with little encouragement, but when her brother was brought up… He shook that off; it’d been so long since they’d talked that he’d be happy even to listen to her ramble about her brother. And it kept his mind off of the fact Eve had had a date with some random-

Dimitri was thrilled to feel the soothing rumble underneath him as he rode, his bike one of the few prized possessions that he owned. It wasn't terribly late so he had to deal with people on the rode making his trip a little longer than usual. Whatever. He'd get there when he did and hopefully Sparky hadn't done anything stupid in the short time frame. He took the turns with ease, slowing down and completing the maneuver safely. He wasn't some maniac driver. No. Not unless it was the dead of night when no one was on the road. He was heading to one of th bars that he knew Sparky visited. He assumed she liked it, you had to to return to any place more than once. He typically joined her since the bar was frequently visited by some friends of his. Rather a friend. Not long after leaving the diner he soon found himself pulling up in front of a bar. After turning the motor off he kicked the stand back down allowing the bike to stand on its own before getting off. Removing the helmet he left it hanging on the handle before pocketing the key. Walking up to the front he opened the door and stepped inside. A quick glance over showed the place to be filled with your typical bar crowd. He noticed Han's men first, a sign that meant Han wasn't far. Hell, the man wasn't hard to spot, he always stood out with his white-silver hair. Something Dimitri would never understand. Han said it had always been that color and he refused to try dyes or any color changing ideas. Dimitri had at least tried to convince him to get it cut, the length unusually long for a man to wear. Refusal again, claims that he wouldn't be him if he cut his hair. Dimitri had eventually given up the subject, left with more questions and frustration. Sitting next the head of silver was also a head of red. Great. For the longest time he'd tried to keep all of his friends away from Han's interest but it seemed that Spark had caught his attention all on her own.

Han merely gave her an amused smirk as she rattled on about her shoes, certain he'd broken them yet clearly puzzled at their obvious condition. "Yes." he agreed, the simple word easily able to confuse anyone since they wouldn't know what he was agreeing to. Hell, he was agreeing to both of her cases. He did break them, and then he did fix them. Guilty as charged. He held up his hands in surrender, beer still in one hand when she snapped at him with the usual line of not needing anyone. "Keep telling yourself that sweetheart." he countered, knowing full well a lie when he saw one. He observed her struggle with the water bottle but made no offer to help. She clearly thought she didn't need help so he wasn't about to offer it. He held back a chuckle as she claimed his questions to be none of his business. She clearly didn't know him with those words. "Honey, if I make something my business then it is. And right now you're someone I've made to be my business." he said, the explanation simple in his mind. If something seemed relevant to him he made sure he learned everything he needed to know. And she seemed like someone he needed to pay attention to. No one beat up his men then left them confused and rambling while leaving out the little detail of who'd beat their butts. He eventually sensed a familiar presence and with a glance up he recognized the outline of Grave's figure. It seemed that the man had indeed noticed him as well, and his companion though he didn't look pleased about it. Oh boy. This was good news. He did suppose Grave knew how to pick them though. "Well look what the cat dragged back in." he said as Grave approached where they were. A brotherly handshake between the two by way of greeting before Han posed the question, "How long have you been back?". Grave chuckled shooting his friend a simple look, "Just got in a couple hours ago. Was in the middle of dinner. But..." he explained before shifting his gaze to Sparky. Han noticed the look and received the signature stare down from Grave. "**** off Cuffs." he growled, knowing full well that Sparky could handle herself but Grave didn't need her getting mixed up in this kind of rodeo. Han chuckled at the three words, showing his hands in surrender. "I'm leaving." he explained, amused more than anything. He handed Grave his second beer as he left, once again returning to where he'd been before.

Grave held back a sigh as he watched Han leave to join his boys again. He took the stool that Han had been perched on, twisting the top of the bottle he'd been given. He gave Sparky a casual yet sly grin. "What's up Sparky?" he asked, more or less to judge her senses but he truely wanted to know how she was. He doubted he'd get an answer that made sense, but he also needed to know what the problem was.

Icarus couldn't help but giggle at the surprised look that passed Eli's face. She nodded eagerly at his partial answer, one that she took to mean an eventual yes, not a forever no. When he asked about her brother she took a breath, pausing as she tried to figure out what to even say. "He's good. Probably won't be able to sleep tonight, but oh well. He's still doing his little stay at home magic healing sessions. The people coming in are so desperate at that point that they're willing to give, ah what's the word, vodo or magic a try." she laughed the notion. Magic wasn't anything near what Jay could do. He performed miracles and healing. He could sense it, at least that's what he told her. The physical pain, emotional pain, mental, everything. Sometimes words were all that he needed to help someone, other times they just needed time to talk it out and come to accept the fact that things wouldn't change but that they were stronger than they thought. Sometimes he managed to send them on their way and they'd later return praising him for whatever he'd done. He'd always politely tell them that it was a miracle, that he was so happy for them. God does good work doesn't he? Icarus continued, "He's saved a few people recently. I think there's a bit more that he hasn't been able to help. I say, he's also turned into a counselor. But I know he enjoys his work, he should otherwise he wouldn't be doing it. But he has no friends. That's the problem. He's constantly working and worrying and questioning everything. He needs a break and to hang out with someone, or at least do something. He deserves to be happy. And I don't think he is." she said, obviously one who'd be concerned about her brother's happiness.

( I'm going to leave Eve for the time being, as writing for Sparky somewhat wiped me out xD And she's just going home anyway, nothing is going to happen until she texts Icarus, which I figure you can have that happen whenever she's interacted with Eli enough :3 )

Sparky leveled an annoyed glare at Han, though no angry words accompanied it. Usually her tongue would’ve relentlessly flicked out in response to the guy’s attitude, but at the moment she couldn’t string together a scathing-enough sentence. And she’d taught herself that, if you can’t say mean things, it’s be best to stay quiet.
Though his repeated use of various nicknames in reference to her was getting her hackles to rise. Drunk or not, she wasn’t much for petnames, even those sarcastically bestowed.
“Not…your…business,” she muttered, slowly both because her mouth was tripping over the words and he seemed to be rather special; she wasn’t his business, he could take his differing opinion and stick it somewhere not all that pleasant. Her head was still tilted down, enraptured as she was with her endeavor to open her water bottle. This time tomorrow, she’d be kicking herself for landing herself in this situation, but right now…she just really wanted the bottle open.
Sparky thoroughly detested the fact she had to be begrudgingly grateful of the fact he had gotten a water for her.
A relieved, albeit inebriated, smile unfolded across her face at Grave’s appearance. He was someone she knew she could trust, if for no other reason than he’d covered her butt for her more than once. While she often got herself into enough trouble on her own and typically got herself back out of it, there were times she’d gotten into things a little too far. Or times he had. She didn’t quite remember how they had met, at least not with the alcohol swimming in her bloodstream, but she was not-begrudgingly grateful they had.
Especially since Grave’s appearance seemed to replace the look Ponytail had had on his face since he’d sat down on the stool beside her.
Her tongue was sticking slightly out of the corner of her mouth as she continued to wrestle with the water bottle in her grasp, entirely focused on the task at hand. The boys’ exchange beside her went somewhat unnoticed by her with the exception that she mentally noticed it was something of a measuring contest, which Grave ended with a quick dismissal of Blondie.
“Why-you can make-him leave,” she responded, finally looking up once the prior stool occupant had left. She really was asking what it was that Grave did that had gotten Ponytail to bugger off, though that’s probably not exactly how the question went over. With a hopeless expression, she held the bottle out to Grave, a wordless request for help; he had to know by now how bad she was with actually vocally requesting assistance. Either he’d help her or not, either way she’d continue talking.
“Ponytail-broke my shoe.” It was a statement that undoubtedly made no sense to him, given that the shoes in question were, in fact, sitting unharmed on the bar in front of her. Drunk didn’t equal stupid, she could see they were fixed, but they hadn’t been until moments ago. “And I-walked here. Didn’t wanna-deal with sister’s judgment. They finally got some good stuff in here!” Those sentences were not in the correct order, which should’ve been that she’d walked there, they had good stuff that she’d gotten herself into, and then didn’t want to call her sister and be judged for her drinking habits.
Her announcement was followed by another smile, which came with a nod…that she immediately regretted, as it made her head momentarily pound. “Too...pretty to-walk home by self…in this state.” Sparky nodded again and regretted it again, putting her hands on her forehead. She still had enough sense to realize walking home by herself was normally not a good idea, worse when she was drunk, and there was no way she could possibly balance in her shoes, especially when said shoes had been broken.
She still hadn’t quite figured out how her shoes were, actually, completely fine.
“Not…wanna risk it. Sorry for”-a high-pitched hiccup interrupted her here, which caused her to somewhat flush; the effect was minimally noticeable, as her face was already somewhat warm from drinking and Blondie bothering her-“calling.” There were a few moments as she looked at him, tilting her head to the side in the exact same way her sister did. “But dinner?” If she were slightly more together, she would be able to put it together that her lack of food was exactly why whatever she’d been tossing into her mouth had affected her the way it had.


Eli covered a slight wince as Icarus took in a breath. He’d somewhat assumed her having to take a breath meant the girl was about to launch into a long explanation of something regarding her brother, as she often tended to be long-winded regarding Jay. One eyebrow quirked up at the mention of the at-home healing sessions; was that something that was allowed? He supposed it was, as Jay himself still didn’t have the final say on whether what he said or did actually fixed anything.
That power still sat with God. The final judgment on just about everything.
“Sounds like some of the parents of the kids at the hospital.” With that, a wistful look swept across his face. Too many times had he been present when life-changing news had been delivered, too many times he had watched the small light of hope in various families flicker and die out because no treatment was working, too many times he’d come in to work excited to work with a kid…who’d lost their fight sometime since his previous shift. It hurt, it always hurt. Though those kids were certainly not his, they felt like it on some level, for all of the things he did with them.
He was so glad he wasn’t a doctor and was just…a volunteer, who came through daily to go for walks and read stories and encourage these kids to smile though many didn’t believe they had much of a reason to smile. Eli knew he couldn’t handle being the doctor on their cases, that he’d internalize it every single time he couldn’t save one of them.
He realized he’d somewhat tuned out and quickly shook his head, dragging himself mentally back to the park. “He’s turned into something of a therapist?” That didn’t entirely surprise him, as sometimes all people needed to make it through something was someone who was willing to listen. That was, actually, often the remedy required. “And he doesn’t have no friends, he’s got you and I know sometimes you guys do things with Eve”-her name caught slightly in his throat but he pushed ahead-“and it’s just been me who’s somewhat fallen off the map. …but what makes you think he’s not happy?”

Grave allowed himself to relax in the stool, holding the beer leisurely in one hand while he observed Sparky's behavior and listened to her talk. At the sight of the stupid grin that crossed her face in her drunken state, he couldn't help but allow his own smirk to widen a smidge more. He seemed amused when she pointed out that he could make Han leave, chuckling at the nickname she'd dubbed for him. Ponytail. Ah, that was a good one. "Yes I can make him leave," he repeated before giving a one shoulder shrug. "He's a friend, though I wouldn't recommend sticking around him." he said, almost sure his words fell on deaf ears. Most likely she wouldn't remember this conversation in the morning. Mainly he just didn't want Han trying to find her again, he had a bad habit of pursuing anything that caught his attention, and he lived the life all angels expected fallens' to live. His claim was that they didn't expect him to be anything but bad, and becuase of that he'd live the way they believed him to be. There was no use in attempting to change the sterotype so he'd decided to turn and go with the flow. Grave took a glance at the water bottle she'd extended to him. Wordlessly he set down his beer, twisting the top off before handing it back to her. He chuckled when she mentioned that Han had broken her show, it surely seemed like something he would do. Spinning around on the stool he picked up her shoes to examine them, they seemed perfectly fine. "Looks like he fixed them then." he said, setting them back down before facing her again. He nodded as she spoke, the words making sense but druken speech was always something you had to interpret. Thankfully he had plenty of practice in that regard. Hell, it was like another language, word order didn't bother him much thanks to the multiple languages he knew. "About time. Looks like I'll have to try the new stuff another time though. You walked here? Jeez Sparks, well you won't be walking back, that's for sure." he noted how she mentioned her sister. The sister had come up on numerous ocassions during the span of their friendship. Sparky only ever refered to her as 'sister', he'd never heard a name and doubted he'd ever get to meet this sister of hers. He never asked though, most likely she didn't want her sibling getting mixed up in, r even aware of, everything they did. Protection. It's what he'd do. Druken Sparky was alway amusing, who was he kidding, she was really the only one he could hang with where he knew he was in for a good time. "Too pretty for sure," he repeated, taking in her apparel now. "Hot date or something?" he teased, knowing full well how she worked, but there was a chance that she'd come here by herself for a fun time. He nodded, glad that a majority of her speech had resonable and semi-lucid awarness behind it. "Don't apologize." he scoffed, hating the word 'sorry', "You know you can call me whenever. Dinner sounds good? What do you want?" he said, sliding off the stool. He grabbed her shoes, not about to let her try and walk in them, if Han really had broken them then she should be fine with walking barefoot. He offered a hand, either to hold her water or for her to use his arm as balance. Dinner. Again. Heck he wasn't going to complain, he was wiped from traveling today, flying from Italy to here could really take it out of you. The more energy the better. Besides after tonight he'd already decided to fast for the week to prepare for the dare he had scehduled for next week. Hunger was a powerful tool and he planned to use it.


Icarus could only shrug when Eli asked how she could be sure of Jay's emotional wellness. She knew her brother better than anyone, and emotional states was something she was very tuned in to. For her a simple touch could easily show her someone's emotions. They were easier to read if it was someone she knew, but sometimes feeling could be hidden if the person tried hard enough. None of her friend knew about this though. Knowing that someone could read your emotions wasn't anything that would be appreciated. Maybe Jay was happy, or it was just the day that had them both worried. They were human once, and now they were angels. Today was the day that they both had died. Many angels like them, who had been human once, tended to relive their death. It was never a pleasent experience, and the siblings had always been together to struggle through it. Jay had been relunctant to let her come here, she knew he wanted to say no but never in his life had he told her no to anything. The myth was that those who had tramatic deaths would relive them, another said that they relived their death only because they could let go of the past. Icarus wanted to believe the latter, and she always tried to forget about the past, every year hoping that she wouldn't have to live through the ending again. Jay had told her numerous times that he was trying to find a way to stop the experience. He tried every year. This year was no different, that's what he'd said at least. Icarus had made sure to keep the episode a secret, none of her friends could know about their lives prior to being angels. She desperately hoped being away from Jay wasn't as dangerous as it felt. But she'd promised Eve she'd be there whenever she had another date. And she didn't back out of promise. She was just hoping that if the episode did happen she would be long gone and back with Jay. Maybe Jay was fine and it was her own imagination leading her to believe otherwise. "I don't know. Maybe he could be happy. But he could at least use some friends." she said, still disliking the fact that Jay had always seemed to isolate himself. She knew he could easily make friends and keep them, he just decided not to. She sighed, sparing a glance at the time on her phone. It seemed late enough that Icarus hoped Eve was done. She typed out a quick text; [ Hey girl!! Let me know when you're done! ] before sending it off to the intended recipient.

The smile on Sparky’s face had widened slightly in response to his chuckle; she wasn’t entirely sure what had amused him, but it wasn’t all that important. She just sometimes liked the sound of his chuckle, when it wasn’t prefaced or followed by some sort of threat. Threats were a somewhat common occurrence in their…well, line of work didn’t necessarily seem to apply but at the same time it was what kept the money coming in. At least in her case; she didn’t have a side job like Grave did.
“Teach-me that,” she mumbled. Through the inebriated haze she was experiencing (which, nicely, numbed the near-constant sting of betrayal she often felt regarding the angels as well as her own family, Eve not included), she was aware enough to have the feeling she hadn’t seen the last of Ponytail. Though she doubted she’d remember thinking that in the morning. “Self…self…protect reasons.”
Sparky beamed, in a way that she ordinarily never would, in thanks regarding the open water bottle as she took it back from him. Grave’s spinning motion on the stool made her head swim again, blinking a few times as she watched him examine her shoes where they were on the bar; a vaguely confused expression flicked across her face, her eyebrows scrunching much like her sister’s did when frustrated. “But…why…break-to-fix…my shoe?”
She then took a few sips of water as he continued to speak, nodding once and nearly spilling part of her mouthful of water on herself at Grave’s mention of having to try whatever she’d found. Here’s hoping she could remember it the next time she came back, which she knew she would. This was her place. “Walked…yes. Sister here…would-have…” Sparky trailed off there, shaking her head and once again immediately regretting it, holding the water between her knees as she took hold of her head until everything stopped spinning.
Eve. Her sister. Her sister was here, visiting her. Incurring the intense disapproval of their parents, just to spend some time with her. A shockingly real, not-drunk feeling of guilt flooded her system. Sparky should have been home, in case something went very wrong with the date Eve had left for…and here she was, being her usual self, drinking and cheating her way into more money. Firefly…you shouldn’t be around me. The old, really old, nickname for Eve surfaced, as Sparky gazed down at her open water bottle.
She was in the middle of another drink of water when she laughed, causing her to somewhat start coughing. She hadn’t been expecting a compliment of any sort from Grave, so she waved a dismissive hand in response to it. “Met-up with James.” She slurred his name, both intentionally and unintentionally; she often said his name in a mocking tone of voice, a sentiment which was accentuated by her current state. “Def…not-a-hot date.”
A slight nod, which was probably barely perceptible as anything further would’ve sent her head into another tailspin, followed in response. Sparky would undoubtedly feel guilty for requesting his assistance come tomorrow, but right now she was just grateful for the fact he didn’t seem the least bit put off by her asking for help. Her forehead creased at his question; had she wanted food? She somehow didn’t think so, though it took her a few moments of careful thought to remember what she’d been asking about. “N…No, you-came-from dinner.” She hadn’t been asking about food, she’d been asking what in the world he’d been going to dinner for.
There wasn’t a complaint at the offer of food though, Sparky watching as he stood. She started to argue about her shoes but, after a look at his expression (which seemed to say don’t ask for them to her drunk mind), elected not to, instead holding her water in one hand and using her other to take advantage of his much sturdier self. “Asking about-that, not-for-food. But okay.”


“Maybe he should…meet up with us somewhat soon? Or maybe we should stop by and see him, this weekend before or after you show us your new shop?” Eli suggested. It rather bothered him to see the girl so concerned for her brother, just because he preferred Icarus be her usual happy and bubbly self. It was a type of energy not many people he knew had, and while it could be occasionally exhausting, he genuinely enjoyed being around it for the most part.
And it really did get to him when something weighed enough on her to keep her from being her usual self. So if what she wanted was to get people around her brother, if that’s what it’d take for her to be happy as she usually was, Eli would volunteer to do it without a second thought.


Eve, meanwhile, had been in the middle of taking her hair back down and brushing it out when her phone buzzed. She’d set about getting into her pajamas and bustling around the apartment, cleaning up various misplaced items that Sparky had left in her wake. She must’ve been in a rush. Her sister was something of a hurricane and her apartment was often a mess when she was blowing through on her way to something, though it was always perfect by the time Eve left.
Eve also would be yelled at by the time she left, for organizing everything.
She couldn’t help it! She couldn’t understand how her sister survived sometimes, with the organization method she had established-
The chiming of her phone distracted her from that, as she came out of the bathroom to pick her phone up from the table. She smiled at the message from Icarus, typing back quickly. I’m done, got home and distracted by Sparky’s typical messiness. She’ll hate the way I hung things up. Call me or stop by? The question was in reference to how the night’s events were to be discussed.

@Cuddleh

I'm sorry for my absence and slight disapperance. If you still want to continue with the PRPG I'd love to pick up from where we left off. I did just start the Summer semester so I'll probably only be able to respond in the mornings and evenings.

@ShadowFlamel

That's okay, I'm glad to see you're okay! I'm perfectly fine with continuing, whenever it's convenient for you :)

Grave sipped from the bottle of beer, Sparky's words causing him to give her a vaugely confused look, one eyebrow arching in the process. She eventually added a few more words, enough so that he could make sense of what she was asking him to teach her. He shrugged, not saying no but also not saying yes. "I think that lesson can be saved for when you're sober." he said gently, shooting her a friendly smirk. She was in no condition to learn and retain what he had to say right now, tomorrow would be better. At her second question regarding her shoes he could only shrug. "Maybe you p!ssed him off or something?" he suggested, figuring that'd be the only reason for Han breaking her shoes. "He doesn't usually like to keep grudges against women so maybe he wanted to make it up. Or, in your current condition he probably thought he could get away with it without you being suspicious. I can't read his mind." he said, flinging ideas out there. More often than not he was always wondering why Han did the things he did. As the topic switched to why she was here, his regular smirk shifted into a sly grin at the sound of her laugh. Drunk or not it was rare to hear that sound, he always enjoyed it though he wasn't sure what caused it. He really didn't have much to say about what sounded to be an unsuccessful date. Heck the dude wasn't even around meaning that Sparky must've ditched him, knowing her that's probably what happened. As he was preparing to lead her out of the bar, her shoes in one hand and his other arm supporting her, he arched a brow as she reworded her question. "I just got in Sparks. Flying from Italy to here really drains you. Food was in order, plus I wanted to try a new place. Some of the shops and resturants have changed since the last time I was here." he explained. "Eating dinner isn't a crime now is it?" he teased, guiding her out from the crowded and noisy bar. His motorcycle was still where he left it which was always a good sign. After guiding her over to the bike he took his helmet and slide it over her head, securing it himself and leaving no room for complaints. He flipped the visor up so that she could see a little better, but mainly so he could here her more clearly. "Your place?" he asked, needing to know where they were going. It sounded like her sister was definently in town, and based on her earlier words of not wanting her sister to see her like this he wouldn't be surprised if she asked to go to his place instead. Hell, one the rooms was practically hers anyways. Some of her clothes and stuff had somehow ended up coming with her between the various vists and he'd eventually ended up giving her her own bedroom. It was there if she ever needed to get away, or if she needed company, or if she'd had a hell of a night. They were friends and he'd always be there for her.

Icarus hoped that getting her brother out of the house with someone other than her could change his mood. He probably just needed a break from all the work he'd been doing lately. When Eli suggested that they go see him when they came to see her new shop she couldn't help but beam at the thought. "That sounds wonderful. I'll have to see if Eve and Sparky can come too." she said. Her phone buzzed, Eve's response lighting up her screen. "Oh! She's back. I need to go see her so we can talk about to night." she said, already typing a response back. [ Oh, in person for sure! ] she typed, the response short but it'd only take a second to get to Sparky's place. She didn't plan on walking. "I'm gonna head over to see Eve so we can talk about her date tonight." she explained, slipping her phone in her handbag and shouldering the purse.

@Cuddleh

Dunno if you're subbed or not. I got a response in last night afer all this time. Ugh, anyways I left it open for Eli to either tag along with Icarus if he wanted or not. And also left it open for what Grave and Sparky will go.

@ShadowFlamel

Oh, yeah, I am! I saw the response but Eli has been giving me difficulty so I've been wrangling with his response x3 I'll try to nail it out and post shortly; I owe you a response, as well as someone else on here heh

I'll apologize now for any slowness that may happen; I'm having drama with one of my best friends and...it saps motivation sometimes. But! I swear my post is halfway done xD