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Iris Floros

"Sit down, I'll make you a scotch."

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a character in “Beyond The Sea”, as played by leisurelyatwar

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NAMEXX Damien MooreGENDERXX cis-male
NICKNAMESXXFather DamienNATIONALITYXXBlack American
AGEXX 28HEX XX #4737AE
SEXUALITYXXPansexual Demiromantic



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H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: 5’10”, fit

Damien never owned clothes that hadn’t been worn by another first. He’d mostly wear layers so that the patches of one garment would be covered by the layer underneath. Because he worked labor jobs for so long, he was often covered in grime or soot - whatever residue the job of the day would leave behind. It wasn’t that he didn’t shower - he did so frequently in fact, one of the only luxuries he was always allowed. He just went from one job to the other, always giving 110% leaving in a sweat. Though he didn’t work out, a scarce diet and hard work sculpted what muscles he did have making him much stronger than he appeared at first glance. He never put much look into his appearance. His mom would cut his hair for him once every six weeks, always the same length all over because they didn’t have time or luxury to worry about styling their hair. During the revolution when they sometimes had to defend their settlements from government raids, he’d acquired a collection of scars. Those on his face have mostly faded but some deeper wounds from bullets or blades still marr his torso. Since the revolution ended his Congregation have been granted some funding but he hasn’t changed his lifestyle much, making sure every cent is spent on his people. He’s still seen wearing clothes with holes in them, though he has made investment into a proper pair of boots during the revolution that he still wears to this day. The leather may be worn but they kept him grounded during the most desperate times, he considers them his good luck charm.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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For most people, Damien is more of an idea than a person. It’s not something he cultivated, rather what circumstances generated. When he denounced the church after they turned their backs on the people during the revolution, many saw him as a prophet. All he wanted was; to preach ideas and actions, to empower people to no longer accept what they felt they could not change, to put their faith in themselves. His rhetoric took on a life of his own, many associating him with a god-like image.

Damien at first was angered by this turn of events, he felt that it contradicted everything that he meant to accomplish. However when he saw what it meant to people he realized that just because it began as his ideas did not mean that it belonged to him. If he wanted to share them he had to accept that they now belonged to the world. Humbled by this realization, he decided he would serve his Congregation as he wished his church had treated theirs. Instead of telling them how they had to believe, he allowed them to guide him in how to lead.

In reality, he made it very clear he didn’t have the answers. In fact, the more he admitted he did not know the more wisdom they applied to him. It was self defeating to try to convince them otherwise. He stopped trying to speak and interpret - which was liberating all in itself. He spoke very deliberately, often laconic in his word choice. If someone chose to misinterpret him, he didn’t see the need in explaining twice.

Powered by beliefs and values, Damien surrounds himself with like-minded people who place value in community. He genuinely cares for every member in his Congregation, and while he can be wary of outsiders intentions he does believe that most people are good if they are given the chance and humility. His communities are very close knit. He alternates between the clusters throughout the week, calling each one his home. While there are constantly new arrivals he still made it a point to learn everyone’s name and having a personal hand in their transition to the Congregation.

Because his role has changed the dynamics of all his relationships, he has a hard time connecting to anyone as a peer. He knows that the perception around him can make his relationships inherently predatory if he’s not careful. Damien establishes firm boundaries, which can leave him feeling isolated but it’s a small price to pay to assure no lines are crossed. Outsiders mistake this as a technique to keep his followers believing he is some sort of guru, many still questioning his intentions even with his strict perimeters.

Truth was that people were drawn to Damien. He had a passion and a way with words that made people listen. When he spoke to the people he became larger than life. He considered himself just to be a mirror, reflecting the very same things they’d all thought one time or another. There was an undeniable charisma that made people feel like he was someone they wanted to look to. He wasn’t just some snake oil salesman, he wanted to help and protect them. Not for their glory, not for their donations but because they deserved it.

Q U I R K S
Often running between settlements, he keeps track of his schedule in a small notebook. He doesn’t trust a lot of tech so he prefers to do things old school. He’s often seen scribbling in his notebook, though if you were to flip through all pages are already written in, he’s begun rewriting on pages in the margins and between lines.

F E A R S
Damien’s biggest fear is that his people were to be targeted. While Scarmouth has begun to re-integrate since the end of the revolution, many of his people still remain within their compounds wishing to maintain sovereignty. This radical thinking is for a great reason but he knows could ruffle feathers. He does his best to subdue conflict but still worries.


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H I S T O R Y

Damien had been the first born in his family. His parents were never perfect but they did try for the first couple kids. After the third it just got too hard. His parents worked 80 hour weeks, and struggled to pay the babysitter to watch them while they worked. Eventually it just became Damien’s job. Then in an accident at the steel mill his dad was mutilated, dying on the operating table after 16 hours of surgery. The steel mill offered to pay the medical bills but offered no support beyond that.

After that it just went downhill. His mom had four children, no partner and no support. Damien began working, passing down the role of babysitter to the next-oldest. He was able to work harder labor jobs than his mother for longer hours so he became the main breadwinner of the house. His mother turned to the church, they’d always gone but after his father died she needed the faith. Sunday nights they always had a potluck in the basement of the church, everyone bringing dishes from home for a glorious feast. It was the biggest meal they ate all week. Then they’d be sent home with a sack of flour, a sack of potatoes and some tinned veggies. It seemed to be a great set up, until Damien realized how much of his mother’s money was going to the church.

The church was encouraging those who already had so little to donate so that they could receive crumbs in return. Damien had explained that they could just use that money to buy even more food but his mother would say it wasn’t just about the food - it was about the community. He didn’t understand how it could be about community when they lived in a mold infested flat and the church remained gilded in gold.

Damien began writing down his ideas, hand making books to hand out in his community. He began exchanging ideas with others, hosting parlors for people to come together and discuss ideas. The church did not appreciate his rhetoric, reporting him to the government as a revolutionary. When the government came for people, he was among the first. Luckily he’d been able to get away but after that he became a Wanted man.

People began to talk about the man who had challenged the church to do more and had the government sent to kidnap him. It made them all the more wary of the church. People opened his doors to Damien. He’d hop around couch to couch, never staying in one place too long in case it garnered heat.

While moving around he would speak with people. People enjoyed talking to Damien. He did so free of judgement, his eyes intent as you spoke clinging to every word. He made people feel seen. His reputation preceded him and his demeanor would not disappoint. Many would spend a night with him just discussing things and be left with revelations that would leave them in awe.

The more people he meant, the more that wanted to help him. His first community was just in an apartment complex where a collection of his followers happened to live. As things outside became worse they fortified the complex, those within all looking to each other for help. Damien being a natural leader he just seemed to default to the role. Word sort of traveled on it’s own, more people arriving every day. Eventually they had to fortify the complex nextdoor thus creating their first compound.

He wasn’t one to stand still while people were in danger so when he’d learn about problem areas, Damien and some of the soldiers among his followers would set out to help establish a new settlement. Soon they were all over the city with hundreds of families he was helping. Because of his identity, his communities were often targeted by the government. They lost some lives defending their Congregation, but their communities never fell.

After the fall of the government, many of the Congregation wished to claim sovereignty. Damien has promised he would pursue it, but has warned that for the intention of peace may not be possible and that compromise requires sacrifice. He continues to maintain the Congregation, still establishing new communities across the city.

So begins...

Iris Floros's Story

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~ January 15th, 8 pm. ~




ImageImage Tonight is a very special night. Perhaps the most special night if you don't count Christmas or New Years. January 15th is Conjoinment Day in Atlantis. That's the day when the surface dwellers first came down into the underwater city, connecting themselves with the seafarers, creating one indivisible population that still resides inside Atlantis's great protection today. Traditionally, the holiday is spent in great celebration. The Cabaret, Pub, and Casino are usually packed, and even on the streets, crowds of socialites are chatting and cheering. Everyone is dressed to the nines, whether they be dancing in the club or just chilling out at home. It's supposed to be a very peaceful, unified day full of fun and excitement. But during these times of segregation, revolution, and change, tradition may not last for too long...




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There was a type of simple beauty in the flowers sourced from the surface. Tulips was always a favorite of Iris. It’s as if they were the stencil which all flowers were based from, six perfect petals pointed up to the sky, reaching for sometime more. Tulips of all colors littered across Iris’ work table, along with a few more surface flowers and some of the more native breeds. Sitting in a wooden lawn chair, lemonade in hand and little tufts of blonde hair coming out from the messily tied bun at the crown of her head. She set her glass beside her gardening gloves, using the back of her hand to wipe at her dirt streaked cheek. A brief sigh of satisfaction was followed by her slumping into her chair were signs of a job well done.

The delivery truck had just carried away 150 floral arrangements that Iris had spent the last week pouring over. She had to design the arrangements, which took several models to perfect, then buy the supplies, followed by many brief moments of panic as she stressed over the next two days building the actual pieces, all with her single employee MIA. It was if a huge burden was lifted off her chest, and a huge deposit was placed into her bank account. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she sighed a different sort causing her to straighten out. She only had an hour before she had to leave for Conjoinment Day. Finishing off her lemonade, she decided to save the clean up for the morning, locking the doors to her workshop behind her.

The first floor of her home was mostly a work place, the living and dining room filled with sample arrangements and the sun room was yet another green room. She had transitioned a guest bedroom where she spent most of her adolescence into a office, which was speckled with tributes to her Aunt, the Flower Shop founder. Not much had changed on the second floor, even Iris’ Aunt’s room was kept the same way, although all her personal belongings had been stored in a box and places in the basement. After Iris officially moved into her Aunt’s house, she had moved into the attic, which was homier than most attics, albeit quite a hike. Most times if Iris brought a friend home she wouldn’t get past the first floor, and hardly ever would her friend make it to her bedroom.

Smiling to herself, Iris thought of her last overnight visitor, a tourist from the surface. They were always so naive and full of dreams, and so enchanted by Orphics. Tonight was one of the biggest nights in Atlantis, insanity bound to happen. It was one of the few nights a year she ever crossed paths with her family, which often only consisted of the exchange of brief niceties and a ‘Well, you have a fun night dear.’ which translates to ‘Well, you have a nice life my poor excuse of a daughter.’ which Iris had grown to accept.

She showered quickly, the rest just was like routine. Although she left the house late, she was still impressed with her timing. Petite white flowers had been braided into her hair into a french twist, some baby hairs twisting at the back of her neck and around her ears. The slinky cream colored silk dress connected at the gold band around her neck, her tawny shoulders freckled from the sun. The slit went from her ankles to her mid thigh, shifting as she walked. Dressed in all white, with fair hair and dark eyes, she was like one of those Roman Goddesses from the surface, although her figure wasn’t quite as curvy. She was only a ten minute walk from the event, and already so many other people were filling the streets. She followed the crowd, enjoying the art of people watching. People were in their finest robes, the whole city was one huge extravagant party. While she could see that everyone was headed to the Parade, Iris wanted to make a brief stop at Patty's Pub.

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ImageThe miracle pills had more than one benefit, the internal clock it provided woke Patrick every morning about an hour before the bar opened, the beginning symptoms of withdrawal manifesting themselves. This time it was cold sweats, he had thrown the sheets off of himself, his naked figure sprawled across the mattress. He reached out around blindly, trying to feel the soft bodice of a young blonde beauty. “Lexiii...” He groaned, rolling on his side to look around the room. He had to blink a few times before realizing he was alone. “Alexis?” He asked again, meaning to wipe the sleep from his eyes, but unintentionally slapping his own face.

Walking from his bed to his dresser, bare assed, the first think he did was light the first cigarette of the day. The first draw of smoke was like a tall cold glass of water on a hot day, taken slow and deliberate. Like a switch when he exhaled, his eyes lit up with awareness. Time to start the day.

His flat was relatively small. It was the back unit above the bar, Ophelia had the larger unit that faced onto the street. The ground floor he had made into his living area, which had a convenient entrance into his office in the bar, and stairs that led into the one big room that was his living space. His bed was pushed up against the far wall, framed by the peaked roof and large windows behind the headboard. There was a stove built into the unit complete with a black kettle chimney, his kitchen built along one wall. He set the kettle on the stove with water to boil, preparing his french press for his coffee, all the while smoking his cigarette.

While waiting for his coffee to brew, Pat finally found a pair of jockeys to put on, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He could never part from his first cigarette of the day, it was a terrible habit of his. For the last seven years Pat hadn’t been able to function in the morning until he had his first cup of coffee and dosage of nicotine. It wasn’t until after he poured his mug of coffee he found the note from Alexis. He smiled at her delicate penmanship, remembering their night. It was always a little adventure with Alexis, she was a wild ride. The best thing was she didn’t demand anything from him or bombard him with ultimatums or corner him to talk about serious commitment, She just took it easy.

He tossed the note into his drawer, finishing his cigarette and first cup of coffee around the same time. Dressing himself he poured himself another cup of coffee before putting on his shoes and trotting down the stairs. He drank his coffee as he started to prep the bar for the day. They would be closing early due to conjoinment day, so there wasn’t much work to do for the day. He opened the doors and took his place behind the bar, lighting another cigarette and pouring a shot of baileys into his cup.


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When Iris walked through the doors of Pat’s Pub he was already closing shop. “Hey, where’s the rush? The bar hasn’t even opened at the ball yet.” she joked. He smirked at her entrance, taking her words as a cue and pulling out two shot glasses to set on the bar.

“Scotch, I presume?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“You know me so well.” She pulled down a few stools he had flipped onto the bar before mopping, gracefully posing herself on one of the stools. It was so rare to see Iris so dressed up, most of the times he came across her it seemed like everything she wore had a hole or a rip, sometimes a little dirt on the butt of her jeans - not that he checked out her butt, often. “Why aren’t you dressed up, aren’t you going out?”

Patrick sighed, pouring the shots for them both. He raised his glass, gesturing for her to do the same, “I know your a naive native Atlantian, dear, but where I come from we don’t let time dictate our actions.” She grinned as she grabbed her own class, offering a toast. “Cheers.” Pat said.

“Cheers.” Iris mimicked, shooting back the shot. She hardly winced, “Alright, scotch straight up, throw in some rocks. Two fingers scotch, one water.” It was as if her order was scripted, but Pat had already gotten her drink started. He served her drink on a coaster, and putting the dirty glasses in the sink.

“I’m headed up to me flat to change, watch the bar for me.”

Iris hopped up from her seat, “What do you mean? I don’t know how to make those fancy cocktails.”

He laughed as he headed back to his office, “Please, all the people who want those fancy drinks are already out with the rest of the sheep. Anyone who’s coming in here want’s a beer or a shot, you’ll be right.”

She wanted to fight him but he was gone too quick, leaving her alone. Shrugging she reached across the bar and grabbed the bottle of scotch he had left out.

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Owen blinked awake glaring out of the single small window on the wall, he tucked his hands behind his head and watched as several fish swim past with a quick shimmer from the lamp on the night stand. After a few minutes of gazing into the abyss he threw his legs over the bed and changed out of his clothes. He stood out longer than usual last night and didn’t even bother changing out of the worn clothes and into a fresh pair of gray slacks and a white long sleeve shirt, a simple outfit that he feels no need to change.

He stepped out of the room and walked down the tight hallway into the small kitchen of the small apartment that he’s lived in since his father dragged him down here. Owen wasn’t fond of change and it was suitable enough for him after taking over his father's former room and converting his old room into a workshop of sorts. Grabbing the same white mug he always used and flicked on the coffee machine as he took a bagel from the fridge and slid it into the toaster. Taking a seat at the table he flicked the radio on to a bluesy station and waited for everything to finish when over the radio an announcement shouted out “Conjoinment Day! Remember to come on out and join in the festivities and cheer!”

“Conjoinment Day.” He grumbled looking over to the clock. “It’s that late?” Placing the mug back into the cabinet he decided to forget about the coffee and just take the bagel after hearing the satisfying sound of the toaster pop. He threw on his jacket and locked up his apartment and headed to Patty’s.

Everyone on the street seemed happy as they walked the streets and why shouldn’t they? Today was a special day for those that care about those things. Owen didn’t really like to join in on the festivities especially with so much shit happening especially with the fighting and smell of revolution in the air. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t run into any problems lately with some of the riff raff but it’s never been something he couldn’t handle, a few idiots every now and then.

Before he knew it he was outside of the pub that was already packed with every sort of person. Luckily for him he slipped in without to much notice and took his position behind the bar almost immediately drowning in the orders people were yelling to him.




He was surprisingly tired after the shift blaming it completely on missing out on his scheduled morning coffee and after taking a seat at a booth wound up laying completely back resting his head on one of his arms as he lit a cigarette. With the few stragglers heading out and Pat closing up shop he slowly let his power encompass him. Consider it a break. And with no one able to notice him for now he settled into the booth just as Iris came in exchanging a few words with Pat as well as a drink. He wouldn’t necessarily call what he was doing eavesdropping as he wasn’t actually paying attention to their conversation but he was definitely paying attention to what was happening in his surrounding environment.

“I’m still here.” Owen raised his arm with cigarette in hand. “Ya’know if anyone comes in wanting any of those ‘fancy drinks’."

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Pat was gone before Owen spoke up, mildly startling Iris. "Owen, Pat hasn't sent you home yet?" She recovered, drinking her scotch like water.

She stood and walked to the window, looking at everyone dressed up walking through the streets. She sighed to herself, holding her drink close to her chest. After several beats, she pulled a sleek metal cigarette case from her bag, lighting one as if it was second nature. Looking over to Owen she offered her cigarettes, continuing to speak. "I know this holiday may seem made up from an Alterist perspective, but you have to know, as a native born Atlantian - I always loved Conjoinment day. It's the one day a year the entire city seems united...I don't know. At least from a child's perspective."

She walked back to the bar, topping off her scotch. She always evened her tab eventually. "How long have you been in this underworld, Owen?...I feel like I don't know much about you - you're a bit of a mystery sir." She joked, gesturing her drink at the bartender, the poor sucker now was stuck with her.

The sound of Patrick thumping around over their heads reminded Iris of the real reason why she had showed up. "Oh, Ophelia, I was going to pop in at her place - have you seen her around?"

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Although Pat's apartment was a mess from a third party perspective, he was surprisingly aware of where everything was. He hopped in the shower and was able to dress quickly, checking the time every so often. At one point he knocked over a table that had heaps of books and papers strewn across the surface, cursing loudly to himself. He wondered how Alexis was able to tolerate his mess, she never complained about his home or how he chose to live. He wondered what she was doing, was she off to work yet, were they supposed to meet up later?

Pat didn't really know what to do about Alexis, and until forced to think about it, he wouldn't. He didn't want to ruin the fun thing they had going, but it probably wouldn't last - it never does. Lighting a cigarette he remembered the first time they talked, she was the playful and sexy, heaven sent. It felt like ages ago....actually it was probably around four months ago..

Suddenly aware of how long he'd been seeing Alexis, he froze, unable to finish getting changed. It had already been four months? Wasn't this when everything was supposed to come crashing down? Yet here she was, and here he was, happy. As if in autopilot, Pat went through the motions to finish getting ready, changing into a well tailored black suit with a slim tie. When he found himself strolling back into the bar, he snapped back to reality, seeing Owen behind the bar.

"Didn't I send ya home hours ago?" He asked, pointing at the man.

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“I mean technically he did but I wasn’t in no hurry to head out.” He listened as she walked around the bar eventually ending up next to the booth holding out the cigarette case as she went on about Conjoinment Day. “What can I say? I’m just not into the grandeur of things.” Sure there was a lot of people around and he could easily lose himself in the crowd but it wasn’t something he cared about celebrating, even though it was in good favor.

He gladly accepted one of her cigarettes and slid it behind his ear as she walked back to the bar. "Owen?...I feel like I don't know much about you - you're a bit of a mystery sir."

“Well,” Owen adjusted himself before sliding out of the booth. “I rather like being a mystery.” Flashing a smirk he headed behind the bar grabbing a bottle and popping the cap off with the edge of the bar. “Anyway I’ve been down here going on maybe fourteen years give or take.” Fourteen years. It didn’t sound real as the words past his lips, was it? It sounded right but he never really counted for the time he first arrived.

"Oh, Ophelia, I was going to pop in at her place - have you seen her around?"

“Ophelia? I might have seen her earlier but I’m not sure the place was packed and I was neck with orders.” He finished as the door opened revealing Patrick. “You did let me go but after I took a seat at the booth,” He nodded over to where he was sitting. “I was long gone.” Quickly downing the beer he grabbed for himself.

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Alexis finished her set and was finally done for the night. Of course, if she wanted to she could have stayed and tried to weasel her way into the other dances or get in another performance but that would mean skipping meeting Patrick. And she had a surprise with him. She went into the bathroom that was for the dancers, glad that the shower was empty. She quickly showered off her sweat, not bothering to get her hair wet. It still looked great- the miracle of hairspray.

She dried off and changed into a strapless, and slightly see through, blue dress that she had gotten especially for this night. She loved Conjoinment Day. It took a bit to lace up the back but once she did it made her figure look even better. She slipped on her heels and made her way back to her makeup table. She reapplied her makeup and lipstick. She packed her things away when one of the bartenders came back, carrying a bag. She squealed, hopping up and turning to him.

"Is that it?" Alexis asked, taking the fancy bag. She peaked into to find a wooden box. Inside that was the Holy Grail of Irish whiskey. Midleton Whiskey. It was one of only a few and it had cost her 1153.88 just for the whiskey. She only managed to get a deal on the shipping because she got it to ship with what the Cabaret was already getting in.

"That's it. Whoever is getting this is a lucky guy." Todd said, shaking his head and walking away.

Alexis grabbed her bag and purse, already carrying the package in her other hand and headed out the back. Now there were a few reasons why she had decided to give this to Patrick. One it was Conjoinment Day and they were friends so it was a nice gesture. Another was two weeks ago, she had done a little math and their four month anniversary was tonight. Now, they were only casually seeing each other. But what if he had planned something or gotten her something and she didn't get him one? She would feel horrible. So she got him the present. Something she knew he would love.

Pushing open the door, Alexis smiled at those in the room, her eyes finally landing on Patrick. "Happy Conjoinment Day!" She said cheerfully. She walked over to Patrick and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I got you something." Alexis said holding the bag out for him. She felt the need to explain. And what did she do when she was nervous? Ramble.

"I didn't know if you counted but we've been... seeing each other for four months now. I didn't know if you had planned on getting me something or doing anything so just in case, I got you this and even still it makes a great Conjoinment Day gift so don't feel pressured to do anything or get me anything... Seriously, okay?" She bit her lip, stopping herself from saying more and making herself into an idiot. She smiled at him. "I just knew this was something you'd like either way."

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"Well don't just stick around to drink all me booze, ya fiend." Pat joked, readjusting his tie and then going back to reorganizing the bottles on the shelf according to the new shipment. "If you insist on hanging around, help me finish up this shipment." Although Pat could be coarse, he had nothing but good intentions - albeit he expressed it in strange ways. Owen was one of the best employees Pat ever had, it would be a real loss when and if he left the bar. He always gave the guy a hard time, but he never meant any harm.

Iris interjected, "You know Pat, I was talking to Owen before you rudely interrupted."

Pat turned to look at Iris, scotch bottle inches from her hands on the bar. With an accusing expression, he plucked the scotch from her, placing it in its place on the shelf. "You know Iris, I was almost done for the night until you walked in." He assumed Owen would start stocking the beers in the fridge, so Pat took it upon himself to start polishing the glasses for tomorrow, putting them all away carefully. Iris had walked to the jukebox and started to play old school American rock when he heard the door open. There was a petite blonde, she sat at the bar in silence. She didn't seem in a rush to get a drink, not even so much as an attempt to get his attention on her part. Pat put aside the glass he was polishing, striding over to the new comer. "Aye, 'ows it goin?" He asked, getting her a cup of water before she even asked. "Can I get you anything?"

As if on cue, the door opened once again, as if a magic portal to the land of gorgeous women. Alexis came through, pausing before she linked eyes with him, looking sinful as usual. "Happy Conjoinment day!" she cheered, walking behind the bar to peck him on the cheek. She held out a gift to him, once again there was that glint in her eyes that made him sense adventure was on the way. "Uh...Owen?" He said to his coworker, gesturing to the mysterious woman at the bar he had been helping, pulling Alexis away a few steps before she could continue her ramble.

He took the box with a smile on his face, she was cute as a bunny when she got nervous. If it wasn't for the fact of him already realizing earlier that today he had been dating the girl for four months, he probably would be a mess in this conversation. Instead he pulled Alexis in for a hug, kissing the top of her head. "This is really sweet, but I didn't know we were doing gifts. It's just another day in paradise." He managed, evading the issue.


"Now, that's not to say I won't accept any presents, because damn am I excited to open this baby." He joked, setting down the box on the counter. He could see Iris watching out of the corner of his eye. He opened the box carefully, almost flinching when he saw its contents. There it was, Midleton Whiskey, he couldn't even remember ever mentioning the brand to Alexis. "Wow," he said, picking up the bottle and turning it in his hands, "I think this is the best gift I've ever gotten." He seemed to be in mild shock, inspecting the bottle. It took him several moments too long to realized he had fallen silent past the appropriate amount of time. He wished he wasn't surrounded by people right now. Even though it was just a simple gift, it was the first time in all his life Patrick felt like someone understood him well enough to get him the perfect gift. Alexis had gotten way too close for comfort, and Patrick could feel his panic kick in.

"God, I wish I had thought to get you something, but I didn't know we we're doing the whole anniversary thing." He almost kicked himself for saying it, he had been with enough women to know that wasn't the right thing to say.

As if sensing the rising awkwardness, Iris chimed in - "You know, I'm buzzed enough, I'm just going to go." And she slipped out onto the street, although Pat could see out the window she had just taken a seat outside and started on another cigarette, which reminded Pat to do the same.


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Alexis grinned at him, watching him. "Seriously, it's no big deal. My mom just taught me to never go to a party without a gift." She told him, down playing the gift before he started to open it. She hoped he'd love it. She had done a lot of research before getting him that bottle of whiskey. He had mentioned it once but she didn't understand what was so special about it until she did her reading. Not only did it come from Ireland, it was a very rare and expensive whiskey. She wonder if he had ever had it before.

"Of course not. Even still, I wouldn't let you give it back." She smirked.

A smile played on her red lips as she watched him open the box. He looked like he was in heaven. "Wow, I think this is the best present I've ever gotten." Her smile widened. "You really mean that?" She couldn't help but ask. She pushed a curl behind her ear nervously. She hadn't realized she had been so nervous about him actually liking the gift. It was the first thing she had got him that she actually cared what he thought of.

"God, I wish I had thought to get you something, but I didn't know we we're doing the whole anniversary thing."

Alexis shook her head quickly."No, it's okay. I don't need anything." She told him honestly. She kissed his cheek. "Except maybe a shot of that." She teased him. "I'm glad you liked it."

She smiled at Iris. "I wish I was buzzed. We'll see you at the festival?" She asked her but guessed Iris didn't hear her. Or maybe she didn't like her. She looked at Pat and smiled.

"So the festival... wanna grab something to eat around here or try to get something there?" Alexis asked, moving to sit down at the counter. She smiled at Owen and the other girl.

"Hey... I know you." Alexis said, having to think about it. "You own the Gallery right? I love going in there." She said smiling at her. She extended her hand to her. "I'm Alexis. You probably know my parents the Horns." They were always donating money to the arts.


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Unable to look away from his whiskey, Patrick barely registered when Alexis asked him a question, something about the festival. "Oh, um...whatever you'd like." He said with obvious distance, leaning against the bar and smoking his cigarette with diligence.

Forgetting how to act like a cordial gentleman, Patrick allowed Alexis to go on being a saint while he still hadn't said thank you. Somehow managing to keep the situation light, Alexis had already introduced herself to the woman at the bar. She was unreal, he wasn't sure if she was just pretending to not care he hadn't gotten her a gift or if she was genuinely that laid back of a woman - which again would be unreal.

He thought back to that night they first met, her coming in as he was closing the bar with the other girls from her job, she shone like star. She danced, and it seemed like it was all for him. Things had been so easy, and she hadn't indicated wanted to make matters different - so what was scaring him so much?

Sighing, he looked up to see Iris peaking back in. He chuckled under his breath, waving her in. Grabbing a handful of shot glasses, he lined them up along the bar, coming up behind Alexis to pin her against the bar pulling her close and giving her a big kiss on her cheek. "Thank you love, no man could ask for a better present." Raising his bottle to Iris as she re-entered the bar and the others, "Shots on the house!" He cheered.

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It would be difficult to ignore that Patrick was quite the catch of the town, but Iris had seen enough women alternate in and out of his life it was hard for her to ever take any of them seriously. From any outsider perspective, it would be easy to spy Iris' jealousy. Alexis seemed like one of those fun girls from the surface who were able to live a life teetering on the edge of recklessness, not that Iris had taken the time to figure out otherwise.

Orphics were never taken seriously, painted as frail dolls with only their natural magical abilities having kept their society apart. She sighed, lighting yet another cigarette. Besides the fact that Iris had never gotten along with most people, especially pretty girls, she had just felt pushed on the fringe of all the lives around her. Holidays such as conjoinment day reminded her of such feelings, the impending doom of running into her family at the ball looming over her.

She looked back into the bar, locking eyes at Pat who gave an amused grin and beckoned her back in. Contemplating on facing her family or going in for another drink, the answer seemed obvious. She opened the door, glancing down the street to see none other than the Sheriff and the Deputy along with another woman Iris couldn't place a name to, although her face seemed familiar. Assuming they were headed into the pub, she waved, knowing she had made the right decision to stay as Pat called out shots.

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Alexis smiled back at the girl as she recognized her parents. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Uh, actually my boyfriend owns the pub so let me buy you one." She said laughing softly. She smiled as Owen came over. She had become pretty good friends with Owen since she was typically here before closing. It made sense that they talked a lot.

"Hey, Owen. I would like-" She broke off when Patrick came up behind her. She giggled as he pinned her to the bar and kissed her cheek. She turned to look at him, grinning. "You're welcome. I'm glad you like it." She said to him.

After all this time, how did he still give her butterflies? If things were ever to get serious between them, it wouldn't be because she pressured him. She truly cared for him and wouldn't force him into anything he didn't want. She also knew he wasn't used to a serious type relationship. She was happy just to plan it by ear. "Yeah! Shots on the house! Isn't my boyfriend the greatest?"

Alexis giggled, leaning over and giving him an affection peck on the cheek. She sat back down at the bar. She smiled at Aaria. "That's Patrick. Do you know anyone else here? I can introduce you around." She offered. She smiled at Iris, hoping to lighten things up between them. She wouldn't mind having a few friends that were girls. Besides her family and Owen, she didn't really have many friends. "Hey, Iris! Why don't you come sit over here with us?"