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[golden_lyre]

Here is a face that hasn't been seen in the bar for quite some time.

Well, it's sort of a face. It's definitely on the hairy side just now. Clean, but pushing into unkempt. His hair is the same, and when he opens the door to the bar, he pushes it back, out of his face, a bemused smile mostly hidden in his beard as he shuts the door behind him, cutting of the bright, Pacific sunlight and the faint echoing of gulls.

His guitar is still strapped to his back, and he reaches his hand up over his shoulder to brush the head with a fingertip as if to reassure himself it's still there. Satisfied, he makes his way to the bar and, before he can order, a sparkling glass of Atlantean appears.

"Good to see you too, lovely," he said, lifting the glass to his lips for a quick sip before turning to survey the room.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve Rogers sees him before he's seen. His chest does a funny little hitch, and he can't decide if he should say hello or quietly make his way to the gym.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' chest has a similar reaction when he sees Steve, and he sucks in a breath that gets caught a little bit, making the, "Steve," that he eventually manages a bit on the breathless side.

He clears his throat before trying again.

"Steve. HI." A twitch of his lips under his beard. It could be a smile.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Hi," Steve responds and moves down the bar, closer to him. "Orpheus. Hi."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus raises a hand, the deep tan of a summer spent on the ocean, towards Steve briefly before stuttering the motion and touching his guitar strap instead. unshouldering it and leaning it against the bar.

"Hi," he says again. "You look...well."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thanks. So do you."

Steve doesn't miss the hand, and his eyes flick from it to Orpheus's face.

[golden_lyre]

"Thanks." He reaches for his glass, just to have something else to do with that hand.

After another sip he asks, "Are you? Well?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm all right. Training the new team, recording a few PSAs for schools. You know."

[golden_lyre]

"PSAs?"

Not a term he can recall having heard before, and he smiles a bit more as he tries to work it out.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Public service announcements," Steve says. "Little videos about things like bullying and the importance of a good diet."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric comes in from his own door, carrying a small cask of wine which he entrusts to the bar for safe keeping.

He smiles and the stranger and his glass of powerful drink. He gives Orpheus a respecful bow. Clearly he is a personage of some importance. After all, no mere mortal can drink Atlantean.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods slightly and raises his glass in acknowledgment. The unfamiliar face makes him wonder how long he's been gone. He's not even sure how much time has passed in his world since he was last in Milliways.

His eyes flick toward the Observation Window. That, at least, still brings a measure of comfort.

[thewidewideworld]

"You've been away some time?" Sinric asks softly, a careful note of deference in his voice.

[golden_lyre]

"It's hard to say," Orpheus offers. The deference makes him a little uncomfortable, so he shifts to indicate the seat next to his. As an equal. "Can I buy you a drink?"

This is his first taste of company he's had in months, at least.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's demeanour breaks with a warm smile. "Very gladly. It's been a rather chilly journey my side of the door. I'd be glad of something to warm me up."

"I'm Sinric." He offers a long fingered, delicate hand.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus takes his hand lightly, elegantly, in a manner that speaks to his birth much more than to his current circumstances. There's a prince under all that hair somewhere.

"Orpheus," he says with a nod. "Good to meet you."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's eyes widen a little but he managed to hide his reaction well. "A pleasure, Orpheus." He orders a glass a dark red wine from the hills around Constantinople. "May I ask where you are journeying at the moment?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' lips quirk into a nostalgic half-smile at the wine. It's been a long time since he's thought of it. His eyes flick to the door and back again. "I've been...following the sun."

{Ooc: if there is still room?}

[onceaviking]

A tall, pale creature pads up to the Bar and sits down without acknowledging Orpheus.

His hair is tousled, his clothes obvious hand-me-downs (soft, faded, too small), and his whole demeanour timid.

Eric still hasn't gotten his memories back.

Of course!

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus only glances over to Eric at first, but there is something familiar there, so his gaze returns, as does the same faint smile he gave Bar.

"Eric!"

Re: Of course!

[onceaviking]

Eric starts and looks over at the man sitting next to him.

His eyes are huge and blue and there is no hint of recognition in them whatsoever.

"Hi. I - ehm - we know each other?"

[golden_lyre]

Milliways being what it is, Orpheus' first thought is that somehow this Eric is from before he met Orpheus, but the clothes and the hair both contradict that idea.

He has, however, lost his mind more than once in the last 3000 years, so that's his second instinct.

"We did once, friend," he says. "May I buy you a drink?"

[onceaviking]

"We're friends?"
He sounds pathetically grateful.

"And yes. Please. TruBlood? It's- I can drink that."

[golden_lyre]

"I like to think so," Orpheus answers. He doesn't know how long it's been since he last saw Eric, neither from Orpheus' perspective nor Eric's.

He tilts his head, regarding Eric curiously. "You can get the real stuff here, if you'd prefer."

[onceaviking]

"I know," Eric says. "But -"
He lowers his voice. "A lot of people here don't really care for vampires, so most if the time I just get the bottled stuff."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' smile turns a bit wry. "Yeah, there's a little anti-vamp sentiment floating around from what I remember. If it helps, I'm sure Bar would put the real stuff in a bottle for you."

Otherwise, he's happy to buy Eric TruBlood.