So, I'm New Here... (Jack)

[Orin Jewell]

Orin had been wandering the club district for most of the night in search of the Pilot Ridge social scene.  The sooner she could make connections here the better, and she suspected there would be some particularly connected people frequenting the clubs and bars.  She was all done up to look older than she was in order to try and gain entry into the more mature clubs - a bit of a challenge, seeing as her baby face usually made people think she was younger than she was.  Still, she thought she had done a pretty good job that night, and it seemed to have fooled some.

She was out at the back of some club, leaning against the wall and sipping her (unfortunately non-alcoholic) drink.  Even the most active social butterfly needs a moment to catch her breath before delving back into the scene.  Orin's blue minidress had gotten slightly scuffed up over the course of the night, though fortunately nothing had spilled on it.  Setting her drink down, she took a moment to straighten it out and brush it off, jewelry slipping up and down her arm as she did so.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a guy standing nearby - a particularly attractive one at that.  She smiled as her cheeks reddened slightly.  No, he wasn't particularly attractive, he was freaking hot.  Orin adjusted her posture alluringly and propped one high-heeled foot against the wall, hoping to catch his attention.

[Jack McCarthy]

All yes the club district, where Loud eardrum shattering bass was in abundance, cheap liquor flowed throughout the general area and there was hot loose girl where ever you laid your eyes.

Jack was home…

This was where Jack made his birth for every non school day, drinking dancing and generally making a fool of him out himself and trying to catch the eye of a girl….which just so happened to be now, as he leant against the bar and saw a hot looking girl in a blue dress giving him the eye, Jack smiled over at the girl before making his way to the girl with a drink resting in her hand.

“Ba mhaith liom a chur ar mo bod i duit. I’m Jack, Jack Mccarthy. I’ll be the stone cold stud that get’s you drunk, What are you drinking?”

[Orin Jewell]

Orin smiled as the hot guy made his way over to her.  Success, and he also seemed to be interested, judging by the way he was looking at her... and then he opened his mouth.

“Ba mhaith liom a chur ar mo bod i duit. I’m Jack, Jack Mccarthy. I’ll be the stone cold stud that get’s you drunk, What are you drinking?”

Orin tilted her head.  Jack seemed... interesting, very forward and rather random.  She couldn't quite make out the first thing he said.  While the music was more faint out in the back of the club, it obscured what he said slightly, though from what she could hear it sounded like it might be in a language she didn't understand.  She momentarily wondered if she should say that the drink was alcoholic - that would certainly make her seem cooler, at least - but she realized that that assertion could be proven wrong with just a sniff or a sip.  "This?" she asked, indicating her drink.  "I dunno, some dry drink I picked up from the bar.  It's pretty lame."  A slight English accent colored her speech. Hey, he had said he would get her drunk, maybe he knew where to get drinks?  "I'm Orin, you know where to get drinks around here?"  She tried to sound casual, though she was highly intrigued.

[Jack McCarthy]

Cute face, cute accent, perfectly willing to drink insane amounts of alcohol, yup she’ll do just fine, besides there were worse ways to spend a drunken evening and Jack had worked his magic on worse looking girls and less interesting ones, Jack could see this ending in good things.

He put a mock look of shock before shaking his head disappointedly “What? A shitty little dry drink on a night where all your dreams come true! No no no…I’m not going to let that stand, let me get you a real drink. Vodka, that strong enough for you?”

Jack was a little taken aback when he learned Orin’s name….for what even reason it sent alarm bells ringing in his head. That name seemed familiar As a matter of interest, her face reminded him of someone…but he couldn’t quite place it “Do I know you from somewhere? You seem familiar. Have we screwed around before, or is that just in the very near future?”

[Orin Jewell]

Orin giggled slightly at Jack's mini-outburst. "I’m not going to let that stand, let me get you a real drink. Vodka, that strong enough for you?” Whoa, vodka? She had been a much lighter drinker than that, mainly out of not knowing where to get alcohol.

...damn, did he really know where to get that? Orin made a mental note that Jack was likely a connection worth keeping.

"Vodka'll work," she responded coolly. Her dry drink flew into the nearby trash with a flick of her wrist. "You know where to get it? I just got here, so I don't know the place as well as I'd like." Hopefully that would give her some 'new kid' mystique, something the accent would probably help with. And anyways, she was sure she would know the town very well within a few days.

Wait, why was he looking at her like that? He was looking at her... strangely, looking slightly concerned. "Have we screwed around before, or is that just in the very near future?" he asked.

Orin smirked wryly. "Whoa, tiger. It takes a bit longer than five seconds to get up my skirt," she replied. He was hot, and she probably would if things kept going as they were, but not just yet. "Like I said, I just got here, so not unless you went to Kocher? It's a Swedish school." She didn't know if he was meta, but if he wasn't he probably wouldn't know that Kocher was a meta school. If he was - well, then, she found herself a meta, and he probably went to Hammel too.

Her heart caught in her chest as she thought that perhaps he recognized her because he knew Oriel... but then again, the two of them had always looked fairly different, so that was unlikely. She made a note to subtly ask about the people he knew, see if he knew Oriel.

[Jack McCarthy]

“Of course I do!” Jack exclaimed intending to seem as impressive as he could to this young woman, she seemed to be (For want of a better and more elegant term) A noob when it came to this particular slice of the world, and he fully intended to roll out the welcome mat and give him a welcome party that only Jack McCarthy can provide, “I’m not one to brag or anything, I’m far too humble and mature for that sort of shit, I’m pretty much family here. I’m like their best customer. Sick with me, I’ll get you what you need”

So Orin has never had the pleasure of meeting Jack, that’s what he expected, Jack prided himself on being able to recognize all his lady friends and when he went through the gallery in his mind, but there didn’t appear to be a face that matches her. Then why did Orin still seem familiar…..meh. It was probably nothing he should worry about it.

“Longer then five secords, ah? Jack considered that for a moment while he took a sip of his drink. “I’ll take that challenge” Jack winked at her to show he wasn’t being serious…yet.

“So about that drink…”