AU Orpheus

[golden_lyre]

The Greek musician who comes into the bar today is still carrying his signature guitar, slung across his shoulders. His hair is still something of a mess, and he still hasn't shaved in a few days.

But he also smells strongly of whisky, and the tuxedo he wore to perform tonight has seen better days. His bowtie is dangling from his neck, and he slides himself onto a stool at the bar. "Coffee, I think," he says. "But I wouldn't say no to an injection of Irish."


[ooc: Orpheus is also part of the Marvel noir verse. His write up is here.]

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[onceaviking]

Eric is lounging in a chair, surveying his options.


{ ooc: sorry?}

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus has had a rather long night, and he is much more focused on his coffee than on just about anything else, he pauses just to slide his guitar off his shoulder and lean it against the counter before settling in for a nice, long drink, some of the tension in his shoulders relaxing as he does.


[ooc: :)]

[onceaviking]

Eric makes his way across the room and picks a spot close by, ordering the usual.

He gets a bottle but leaves it be for the moment as he, casually, turns his head.


{ooc: up to you if they know each other or not like this}

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus notices him then and lifts his mug in greeting. The Irish was a good addition.


[ooc: Going with not? Just for amusement sake.]

[onceaviking]

Eric gives him a small nod and a smaller smile.
Then he takes a sip of his own bottle.

"Long night?"

He sounds American. Mostly.
With just a hint of Scandinavian.

[golden_lyre]

"I've certainly had better," Orpheus offers, nodding in return. He sounds American as well, with a hint of Mediterranean.

[onceaviking]

"I hear you," Eric says.

"But being able to escape here makes it a little easier."

[golden_lyre]

"It does at that," Orpheus agrees with a smile. "Can't get coffee like this at home, anyway."

[onceaviking]

Eric cants his head a little.

He's not as good at placing fashion as Pam. Still -

"Prohibition?" he guesses.

[golden_lyre]

"Thankfully, no," Orpheus says, smiling a bit. "We're just past that. But close."

Not that his employers had minded Prohibition. It had turned out to be rather good for business.

[onceaviking]

"Yeah, I remember that," Eric says and takes a sip of his own drink.

[golden_lyre]

"Not exactly the best of times," he adds with a smirk.

[onceaviking]

"As far as I recall it depended a lot on who you knew," Eric says, breezily.

And then he adds, "And what you were."
Which could mean any number of things really.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slides onto the stool beside Orpheus. "Hey, gorgeous," he says casually.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus definitely looks like he's had a rough night, but his face still lights up when he sees Steve. "Well, there's my injection of Irish."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve beams. It softens his face considerably. "Looks like you had a rough night," he says in a gentle tone, and gets off the stool to stand behind Orpheus. "Lemme help with that." He starts rubbing Orpheus's shoulders with his surprisingly big hands.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly as he leans back into the touch. "You are far too good at that, lovely," he murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I like to make my baby feel good," Steve replies.

[golden_lyre]

"Well, at least somebody does," Orpheus grumbles, mostly good-natured.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Aw, honey," Steve says and slides his arms around Orpheus's waist. He kisses Orpheus's back. "The audience not appreciating you tonight?"

[golden_lyre]

"The audience was fine," he says. "The employers were less so."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's arms tighten around him. "Who?"

[golden_lyre]

"It's nothing to worry about," Orpheus says, squirming in Steve's grip to turn and face him. "Jerry's girl wanted a private show, and things got a little hairy."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Jerry's girl," Steve mutters. "That dame needs to learn to keep her hands to herself."

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, well," Orpheus answers with a smirk. "I kept them to herself for her."