Who: Kirisin Ruane and Dante O'Callaghan. When: December 11th, Evening. Where: The Fort. Employees area. What: Friend/coworker talk. Rating: G. Status: Complete.
Kirisin pushed his fingers through white blonde hair, flipping the longish mass out of his face as he walked through the door into the employee lounge of The Fort. Not like the break rooms in human places, it was crawling with vines on the walls and smelled like nature and stone with flowered mound seats nestled alongside pluh sofas and chairs. A fountain - a real fountain, run with magic and always streaming fresh, pure water - was in one corner and a stone cooler was against one wall. An actual fire place with a crackling fire both provide heat and a source of preparing snacks if anyone had food they wanted on their breaks.
The room was empty save for a single soul and for that Kirisin was glad. Because it was someone he liked. Dante was one of the only two people who knew that he actually owned the Fairy Fort (just called the Fort), and he was content to keep it that way. He and Dante had known each other for a while now, both members of the Seelie Court, both elementals, although Kirisin was of the air and Dante of the earth. It was fitting, somehow, their friendship.
"You're missing the goblin courting dance out there," he said with a slightly amused look curving his mouth. "Third time this week. I'm not sure when they're going to get past the dancing stage." Nor did he want to know the details of that. The door shut behind him and he grabbed a heavy glass from one of the solid wood shelves that lined a wall, and went to fill it up from the fountain. Taking a long swallow, he rolled his shoulders back, stretching the muscles that sometimes cramped a bit when he had to keep his wings furled in. Which he did behind the bar, lest he knock into another bartender, or knock over bottles and glasses. He shook his wings out and let them unfurl a bit to relax.