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Owen Kelly

"I don't get involved. Getting involved is a sure fire way of getting yourself dead."

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

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{"It's like we're in a giant sophisticated ant farm.”}
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|{Full Name}|Image
Owen Sidney Kelly

|{Nickname}|
Sid

|{Age}|
27

|{Nationality}|
Scottish

|{Sexuality}|
Asexual

|{Occupation}|
Bartender

|{Group}|
Alterist



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Owen has brown hair that he keeps at an either short or medium length with light to heavy stubble at all times. He came from Scotland at young age and though he's been here for the most part of his life he's never manged to get rid of the slight accent. When it comes to clothing he almost always wears slacks with a plain t-shirt or long sleeve shirt, making sure to stay away from any bright, obnoxious colors. The one thing he hates is being noticed and staying in plain sight is the best way to do so however he does have several notable tattoos on his right arm.

|{Power}|
Imperceptibility - Owen can make himself go completely unnoticed and/or ignored by anyone in his surrounding area. His power grants him the ability to go completely numb to all of ones senses except for people who show extreme focus. Although he has his power in what most would say complete control it can easily turn on without his knowledge if by chance he lets his mind wander for a bit to long.

|{Likes}|
Chocolate Milk | Marshmallows | Solitude | Staying Busy | Crowds | Movies and Music | Blackjack - Although he's been banned from the casino after being accused of counting cards. | Movies - Mainly Thrillers and Dramas along with a select few Documentaries | Vanilla Pudding | Smell of Morning Dew

|{Dislikes}|
Children | Arrogance | Disruptions | Lemon flavored anything | Busybodies | Small Animals | Organization

|{Hobbies || Talents}|
People Watching | Owen can play the Harmonica with two broken hands | Knows how to make Candles | Whittler

|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
The greatest thing Owen fears is the inability to return his presence after using his power. He's gotten stuck before and although it gave him great solitude he would never wish it to be long term. | He is extremely hard to form a solid relationship with and almost always misses signs that people give him.
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|{Personality}|
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Capable | Patient | Discreet | Mindful | Artful | Distant | Odd

Owen is one for the books if the book was about those who just want to get by. He tends to put himself in the middle of crowds but it's only because it's the perfect way to escape without actually going anywhere or using his power. When people first meet him he gives off a strange vibe that one can never really place. Perhaps it's because of the way he carries himself that sets it off, he's stout and has always been someone that was open and approachable yet distant with his actions and never truly forthcoming with how he is feeling. That's always been his way and by now he's built quite the wall between himself and others. Even though he is rather hard to get to know there has been some that broke through his walls and even though he pushed back eventually let them in. Which they should really hand out medals for doing so, not many have the patience of befriending him and even less have managed to form a bond any closer.

Outside of forming any relations with a person he is ideal company for any in the need to blow off steam. Being talked at is something he's come to terms with when he first started bar tending, as the nights got later and the more booze flowed people stopped questioning who to tell their thoughts and ideas and simply started rambling. Most of the time in his direction up to the point that it became a regular thing that he actually looks forward to.




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Although Owen was born in Scotland he has no recollection of where exactly he grew up, which he finds to be the oddest thing seeing as he can perfectly describe the cottage that they lived in all the way to even describe the smell of his mothers favorite candle. It was nothing special a simple dew smell that had the slightest hint of something else. "A secret" she would say every time he asked but she did let slip that it was indeed a flower. He has never been able to get a proper explanation of, or at least that is what he believes. In truth when he received his power a portion of his memory was lost to him and it has been far too long for him to do anything about recovering it now.

Being swept off at a young age by his father for a new lot in life in Atlantis, a shift that was completely unwelcome and unappreciated by him. He had friends back home not to mention his mother and sister, an older brother that was off in America and even though he was busy with work he always managed to send a letter. There's not much he remembers about the drastic shift except that it took him years to properly adjust and even when he did he never seemed to fit in. But no matter how much he disliked moving, there was no denying how extraordinary everything was. The lights, the people, the fact that there was a sustainable city living under the sea, it was something from a fairy tale and during those early years that's what it felt like. Around his teens he started to feel like he didn't belong but if would leave he'd be leaving behind everything he knew and he wasn't going to do that. No matter how many times he seen the same thing it was still an amazement. Around eighteen Owen chose to go through the trails of becoming an Alterist, a process that he has no recollection of. Just one of a list of things he's forgotten since the procedure but he finds that it's better to just leave it alone.

It wasn't short after this that his father died under suspicious circumstances. Owen didn't take it as a surprise, his father was a renown liar and crook and if he didn't end up face down in a random ally way it would have been a shock to everyone. Nowadays Owen lives a simple life hoping he doesn't get dragged into this uprising.




|{Theme Song}
Bright Eyes - Something Vague

Now and again it seems worse than it is,
but mostly the view is accurate.
You see your breath in the air
as you climb up the stairs to
that coffin you call your apartment.

And you sink in your chair,
brush the snow from your hair
and drink the cold away.

and You are not really sure
what you're doing this for
but you need something to fill up the days.
A few more hours.

There's a dream in my brain
that just won't go away.
It's been stuck there since it came
a few nights ago

and I'm standing on a bridge
in the town where I lived
as a kid with my mom and my brothers.

And then the bridge disappears
and I'm standing on air
with nothing holding me.
And I hang like a star,
fucking glow in the dark,
for all those starving eyes to see,
like the ones we've wished on.

Now I'm confused.
Is this death really you?
Do these dreams have any meaning?

No. No, I think it is more like a ghost
that has been following us both.
Something vague that we're not seeing,
something more like a feeling.


|{Face Claim}
Tom Weston Jones

Character Dialogue || #5E0D3A

So begins...

Owen Kelly'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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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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"Better keep your eyes on me, because I'm a shooting star."
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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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“Aye.” Owen nodded grabbing some of the bottles and placing them in their designated spots. Now this was something he liked doing, it was busy work and the one thing he liked to stay was busy. A ludicrous idea to many but it was always the way with him with almost everything he does.

Drifting into a rhythm Owen started spacing out as he repeated going through the same process of picking and placing almost didn't hear Pat about the new customer that had just walked in. With a confirmation mumbled he placed a bottle he had just taken from the crate onto the shelf. Turning he rolled up his sleeves and leaned on the bar waiting for the two women passed pleasantries. “Introductions yeah? I'm Owen," He smirked. "What can I get getcha? Or yous if ya stayin'.” He looked over to Pat and Alexis.

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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?"