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[OOM: If I could I would make you a raging river,
with angry rapids, supplied with rain,
so you could always meander
and forever be able to run away
without contending with myths wrongly interpreted, with pain.
A harsh wind.]

One of the odd (and sometimes quite nice) things about Milliways is that time works differently here.

So while it was only last night that Orpheus fled from the apparently terrifying prospect of dancing with someone he genuinely cared about, from the perspective of the bar, it's been about a week for him in Paris.

He's hardly eaten or showered since he left, and he's still slightly inebriated as he stumbles into the bar, reeking of cigarettes and alcohol. He seems surprised to find himself there, and stumbles into an empty table.

"Oops, sorry," he mutters, not looking to see who he might be apologizing to, and carries his guitar (fingers raw from playing for nearly a week straight) to the bar to get another drink.

The trouble with releasing your emotions in a torrent on the city of Paris is that it leaves you rather, well, drained.

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"Yeah, I picked up on that," Orpheus mutters. "Just didn't expect you to be able to fix them too."

"I have many talents," Eric murmurs.
"You are forgetting your whiskey."

"Apparently."

He picks up his glass again, swirling the liquid a moment before taking a sip. "I'm forgetting a lot of things."

"Do you need help forgetting more?"

The question is smooth and cool but Eric's eyes are burning.

Orpheus tilts his head to look at him a moment.

"If I say no now, is the offer off the table for later?"

Eric shrugs as if it hardly matters. "It may very well be," he says.

"If I am not busy."

The hunger burns in the pit of his stomach, but he keeps it from his voice.

He considers a moment longer.

"Can you do it without leaving a mark?

Eric lifts an eyebrow.

"Are we keeping secrets?"

He looks faintly amused.

"I'd rather not have people worry."

Where "people" equals "Steve."

Or possibly "Demeter," should he run into her again.

"Well, I can certainly try to leave as little evidence as possible," Eric says, a little wryly.

Orpheus drains his glass and nods. "All right."

"I assume that I will hear from you then," Eric says, turning to leave.

"Yep," Orpheus says, folding his arms on the bar and resting his head on them.

"If I remember."

(ooc: and fade - :) feel free to drop him a line any time. He might even remember the bit about not leaving marks. On the other hand, I know someone who'd like to slap him *whistles innocently*)

[ooc: :)]