"Yeah. I think that's the only reason my father and I got to stick around as long as we did. The family wasn't too big on dad's acceptance into the clan with him not being Rroma and all, but Baba Violette saw the instant love between him and Iris and deemed it fated." Orion shrugged, laying back into his uncomfortable looking chair.
"Are you familia then too? Did Nik take you in and make you Rrom?" Orion easily went back and forth between a perfect midwest American accent and a flawless Romani-Romanian pronunciation of the words. The slow burn of the alcohol had started to make his head feel lightweight and the world sway under his feet.