[Milliways]: New York, New York

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wasn't entirely sure the ring would work as a way for him to get to Steve's world, but he was going to give it a shot. If it didn't work, he'd explain it to Steve the next time they were both in the bar, and they could figure something else out.

His guitar slung across his back, Orpheus turns the ring on his finger and opens the door, pleased to find himself in Steve's apartment when he steps through.

Comments

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles, really being quite useless in the kitchen for the most part. "I met him once."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"What was he like?"

He has to pause a moment to read the instructions on the box of popcorn. "Microwave for 90 seconds" is still a complicated concept.


[ooc: Dinnertime.]

[golden_lyre]

"Oddly serious," Orpheus muses. "A little gruff. Remarkably intelligent."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"That sounds about how I imagine him," Steve says as he gets the popcorn ready to pop. "The gruff old language professor."

[golden_lyre]

"I thought he should have been a bit more...jovial."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Why is that?"

He gets out classes and a wine bottle.

[golden_lyre]

"Because there's so much joy in his writing."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Maybe it was the circumstances when you met him." He starts hunting through the kitchen drawers for a corkscrew.

[golden_lyre]

"Could be. He was at Oxford, and I did catch him just after a lecture."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm sure he had his mind on other things that even you couldn't charm him out of." He grins at Orpheus and starts working the bottle open.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles. "My charm wouldn't have worked on him. He was...very much in love with his wife."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs. "I wasn't even thinking about sex."

[golden_lyre]

"Neither was I, but my charm usually at least relies on desire."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"The desire to please you?" He hands Orpheus a glass.

[golden_lyre]

He smirks as he takes the glass. "That desire usually comes from something else."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Okay, what do you think it is?"

[golden_lyre]

"Usually when people want to please me it's because they want something from me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve sips, smirking. "Gee, I can't imagine what."

[golden_lyre]

He laughs. "Not always that."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Then what?" He goes to Orpheus and pokes him in the side. "What, what, what, Mr. Vague?"

[golden_lyre]

"Anything. A favor, money, attention."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Ah," Steve says and goes to the microwave to get the popcorn. He turns to Orpheus and says, "What did you think I wanted from you when we met?"

[golden_lyre]

He smirks. "To punch me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Which I got."

[golden_lyre]

"Well, I was feeling generous..."