ʀᴀғᴇ ᴀúʟʟᴀ ᴀ ʟᴀ sᴏᴍʙʀᴀ ᴅᴇ (maginus) wrote in repose,
Re: LIVING ROOM (Near the fireplace): Hugh C./Rafe J.
There were certain people, Rafe had found, who were simply meant for specific professions. His own choice to accept the offer of a position in private security, while not his idea originally, was a good fit for him in more ways than one. It utilised his talents as a soldier and a wolf, and it challenged him sufficiently, keeping both sides of his being from getting restless or bored. Hugh was another such person, one who had found exactly what they were meant to do in their life, and listening to the way he spoke about the stage and performing highlighted that perfectly. Rafe could hear in the other man's voice just how much he enjoyed it, how it appealed to him on so many levels, and he couldn't help but smile. Good for him.
"You're not wrong there," he said, reciprocating the gesture with his glass and quirking his brows up to communicate the relief he felt at the reunion with said old friend going well. It easily could have gone the other way, he knew, and the last time they had seen one another things had been strained and tense to say the least. They had gone for one another, literally, more than once in Germany. Rafe was beyond glad that they hadn't had a repeat performance at the club.
After drinking from his glass, which was now running low he noticed, he furrowed his brow a little and glanced around. "Speaking of local friends," he said, "how exactly do you know this Zee?" Rafe assumed that was short for something, that or Zee's parents had set out to be as unique as possible when it came to naming their child.