Fairy Tail RP

Orion sits in the guild with the job request in his hand.

*Medea gently puts her hand on the table in front of Orion.* “Whatcha got there?”

"The yearly tournament I go to." Orion smiles

“Tournament? What do you do there?” *Medea asks.*

"It's basically just a tournament of targets really. Where people compete to get the highest score I guess." Orion explains

“Do you do well in it?” *Medea sits.*

"I've won it twice in a row...Then Melody came along." Orion sighs. "Then we tied a year. Haven't won for 3 years."

“You want to hurt me?” Shiomi leans down, getting two inches from his face. “Little me?” The pleasent feeling would come from her fingers and into his chest. // Lithium walks into the kitchen, sighing.

Salem closes his eyes and lets his head fall back onto the ground. He shifts slightly and grits his teeth, fighting the irge to spill his guts to her. // “Really?” Rosemary raises an eyebrow. “Where’d you hear this?”

*Fenwick shrugs.* “My brother didn’t come home the night of the party.” // *Medea clears his throat.* “Impressive.” // “What’s the matter?” *Cinder asks.*

"I am hoping to do better this year I have been training for it." Orion stretches. "I'm uh sorry for last night... I got a little too intoxicated."

“That’s uncommon.” She smiles at the waiter as he comes over. She orders an ordinary thai plate.

“No...I’m sorry for...well...going home alone. I...had a panic attack.” *Medea explains.* // “Especially for me.” *Fenwick says.*

"I took you home?" Orion tilts his head. "And your dad is kind of scary."

“I mean like...home with you. A-Anyway...he can be that way sometimes.” *Medea explains.*

"Yeah I've noticed." Orion shakes his head. "And it's fine. We were both drunk anyway."

“Yeah...” *Medea shakes her head, hardly remembering what happened.*

"That's why I try to avoid getting that drunk." Orion chuckles.

“Would have uh...regretted it...?” *Medea asks.*

"Regretted what? Oh. No." Orion smiles.

“I think that would be called a rarity.” She corrects.

“Shut up!” *Fenwick snaps.* // *Medea looks away.* “Oh. Uh...yeah. I...wouldn’t either.”

"A lot more shy without the alcohol or what?" Orion teases

“Hey! I-uh...I dress and look loud but...I’m not really.” *Medea says.*

“Typical.” She sighs and rolls her eyes.