Reza, Shane, and Zania
It was fun to dress up to go to new places, even if it wasn't really Shane's style. He saw it a bit like a costume party, like he was sneaking into places he didn't belong and nobody knew better. Of course he was rich so that probably didn't apply to him now like it had when he was a twenty year old homeless kid but all the same. For this reason the Overlook Country Club delighted him every time he went there and he felt a bit like a spy. Tonight was a little different though, there were plenty of people who didn't belong, only there to support their small and apparently terribly overworked police force.
He and Reza had only been there for a few minutes when he spotted his running-rival in the room and felt a little gleeful when the man spotted him back and shot him a smile that was only friendly on the surface. That smug sense of superiority on his face only seemed to strengthen when Shane slipped his arm around Reza in a more than friendly fashion and Shane felt weirdly triumphant to have pegged him right: A prick! He couldn't help but think about what Reza had said about Overlook and as they headed for the bar he leaned in close to him and spoke for only him to hear. "Can you tell who's a witch in here?" He hoped The Prick wasn't a witch, it was delightful to think he had powers that his rival didn't.
Reza felt similarly about events like this -- like he was an interloper somehow, but not necessarily in a bad way. It was like going to a rich people zoo. Sure, he and Shane both had plenty of money, but he didn’t think of them as Rich People. They weren’t that type. But a lot of the people who attended the Overlook Country Club were that type, and it was kind of fun sometimes to mingle and people watch. Plus, any excuse to dress up and look good with his man was welcome. Which they had of course accomplished tonight. Reza leaned into Shane’s low murmur a bit as they walked, one brow lifting, then smiled and nodded. “There’s a lot of them around, I can feel them,” he replied in kind. Reza glanced around to see if he could pinpoint where any of the magic pressing against his senses was coming from. He was hoping Zania would turn up, she’d said her family was from Overlook. His gaze landed on another moody-looking air witch in a dark suit near the bar, but he gave off a bad vibe so Reza didn’t point him out.
Now that Shane knew roughly how magic worked, he wondered if he could feel any of the fire witches for himself. "Are you gonna share?" he asked cheekily, even as he scanned the room himself, unsure how to look for what he was trying to find. The fire witches were like him, the fire was internal and unless they were showing it off - which they wouldn't in a place like this - Shane doubted he could pick up on the flames but he thought that if he concentrated, he might be able to tell which of these people ran hotter than others. If they even did. It reminded him a bit of being a kid and focusing on a pencil, trying to make it move with his mind. Telekinesis was a gift he didn't have and so far he couldn't feel anything when he looked around the room.
Reza shushed him with a little giggle as they reached the bar. It didn’t take long before each of them had a drink in their hand -- getting drinks never took as much time when you didn’t have to pay for them. As he and Shane moved away from the bar and more into the crowd, Reza subtly pointed out a few of the witches, including the guy from Overlook who Shane was in a jogging pissing contest with. Reza’s gaze scanned through the people around them, and his eyes landed on a curvy redhead in a tight red dress. He knew before she even turned around that it was Zania. “Oh! Hey, it’s her,” he said, quickly grabbing Shane’s hand to pull him in that direction. Even though Shane disapproved of him talking to witches about their business, Reza wanted him to meet her. They probably couldn’t talk openly about much tonight, but it would be good to make that connection.