Caius and Vex
Once his conversation with Zania was over, Caius felt lighter than air. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it was strictly due to what Shayna Mae had given him to put in his drink, but that didn’t seem to matter. It just mattered that he felt incredibly fucking good and happy, which was something he feltl ike hadn’t happened in ... months. Since Reagan’s birthday on Halloween? He couldn’t remember. Didn’t matter. What mattered was that there was happiness in the air and his cup was full and he had to piss.
That in mind -- or in bladder, whatever -- Caius started for the downstairs bathroom. He barely knew where it was, it wasn’t like he’d spent a lot of time in this house even when it looked normal, but he knew the general gist. He rounded a hallway corner and almost ran face-first into someone coming the opposite way. Caius stopped himself in time and immediately burst into laughter, which felt just as foreign as all the happiness. It was the guy with the white-and-black hair-beard thing going on, skinny and weird looking. The neighbor? Caius wasn’t sure if they’d even been introduced. “Fuck me,” he murmured, still giggling with one hand braced against the wall. “Sorry, it’s just ... is the bathroom this way?”
Vex had gone to the bathroom and lingered there for a little longer than he strictly needed, making weird faces at himself in the mirror. He did that sometimes, like an exercise in humanity, though most of those faces wouldn't be very socially acceptable. He was deep in thought when he finally came out and nearly bumped into Caius who looked quite a bit happier now than he had when he first arrived. Plenty of people had laughed at Vex over the years and it didn't really bother him but it didn't really warm him up a person either. Maybe if he had whatever Caius had been taking he'd feel differently but he'd only had a few shots tonight and was for the most part sober. He gave Caius an amused smirk back, not one of the faces he'd practiced earlier but one that came easier than that. "One of them is," he replied, studying Caius's face perhaps a little too scrupulously. He didn't remember ever having had a vision of him but that didn't mean much. He'd spent a lot of time on strong anti psychotic medication and maybe he'd missed something as a result. "You're Caius, aren't you?"
Caius was more laughing at himself for being a drunken idiot, which wasn’t usually a thing he did. He’d been drinking only to brood for so long, it was strange to drink to have fun. Though the man in front of him was certainly unique looking. Caius had seen him hanging around with Nic’s child bride or whatever, but he hadn’t been paying a lot of attention. So he was a bit surprised when the guy knew his name ... but not terribly so. A lot of people knew him. And Zania had been pissed at him until maybe twenty minutes ago, so maybe she’d bitched to people. Who knew. “I am,” he confirmed. Caius switched the cup from one hand to the other and stuck his right one out for shaking. “Caius D’Onofrio. And you are?”
Vex shook his hand and gave it a firm squeeze before letting go. "Vex," he replied, no need for such formalities as last names though D'Onofrio was definitely a familiar name to anyone who grew up in Point Pleasant. Overlook pack. Vex wasn't going to hold it against him if he was the Castells’ guest. "I'm the neighbor and the prophet. You a witch? Something else?" Everyone at this party was quite obviously in the know since all the decorations inside were dripping with magic, no attempts made to hide the supernatural from unsuspecting bystanders. It was impressive and perhaps a little freeing, knowing he could say whatever the hell he wanted in here.