10:00 PM - Rafe and Kent
"My god, little brother, you're a buzzkill even when you're high," Rafe said with a laugh. "And I don't even have a buzz. Who gives a fuck about geese when you've got two dates to find?"
He was on the verge of starting to maneuver the man when his sudden change in demeanor drew Rafe's attention for something other than his inebriated state. He couldn't place what exactly, but there was a why behind the other's movements—and Rafe didn't need a vision to tell him that. He conjured up the requested items and handed them over, then grabbed his brother by the shoulders directing him toward the nearest table that would offer writing space. Rather than speak, he just leaned nearby and watched.