Re: Oberon | Aaron | Jan :: Drinks
Oberon watched them dance, wondering if Aaron was getting a little to close to Jan. He found the idea of being a cock block extremely tempting, as Jan was already calling for him to dance. But on the other hand, Fracxis didn't want his wings to reveal themselves. Even when drunk he was conscious of them, after all they were made of fire and burned bright. That wouldn't do in a confined space.
But then she called him Obie again. "Now I'm definitely not!" He called back in defiance. If his friends knew he got called Obie by a human woman he'd be a laughing stock. His thoughts drifted to his sister. She probably knew what he was doing and where he was. He gritted his teeth and his attention was draw to the singe marks he made in the counter. He looked over apologetic to Dave, "Let me fix that." He ran his hand over it and the counter was fixed and he decided getting up and getting distracted was probably a good call.
"You're going to engulf her if you hold her any closer." He greeted as weaved through the dance floor with an air of grace. He was insanely warm, bringing that heat with him. "Fine you win hon. One dance." He held out his hand to Jan.