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The Eloy Residence
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Elena stifled a laugh and went around the car to unbuckle Ezequiel's seat belt, moving his arm out of the way to reach across. "Oh," she said simply, knowing how it felt to be responsible for a younger sibling. It wasn't so much a burden as a protective nature, though in her case the age difference was as small as possible. "Let's go inside," she suggested, taking the bottle away from him again with some effort. At this rate he would be knocked out real soon, and she wanted to at least get him inside.
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Ezequiel looks around, "Well, where shall we start? Living room? Dining room? Kitchen?" He asked. as they walked in they were in a small hall to the right it led tot he dining room only two feet out of the way and forward the living room rested. Another small hall going tot he side possibly to the bathrooms and bedrooms. "Or there is the bathrooms or the bedrooms?" He offers. Reaching out carelessly for the bottle form her. He smiles lightly.
Elena frowned, hesitantly walking after him. She had expected a fuller house, even if he had mentioned that his brothers weren't home for the most part. "Start?" She asked, letting him have the bottle now that he was home. "I... I think I'll head out actually. I have work tomorrow morning." Elena bit her lip. The real reason was that he seemed to want her company, but he was drunk. It was a weird situation for her having never spent much time with normal people. The best option in her mind was to leave and not embarrass herself.
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((Yeah))"E-escapades?" Elena stuttered, staring wide-eyed at him now that he didn't seem to notice how close he was to her. "It's not messy at all... But I'm not sure that you know what you're doing. W-we aren't exactly friends." She glanced back at the door, wondering how she'd leave without making him upset. A part of her just wanted to walk out, but then he'd looked so lost when they had left the restaurant. She knew the feeling. Having no family around when you once had the perfect one was a weird feeling, and nothing lent more to the thought that she didn't belong anywhere at all. "What exactly would we do?"
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Elena stumbled back, trying to keep some distance between them. "I don't think I can do more than friends," she admitted honestly, not bothering since he probably wouldn't remember this anyway. "I don't exactly have the time for anything more than that. And what do you mean by benefits?" Her innocence extended to common knowledge as well, not really having been exposed to anything more than she had known through her family.
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Ezequiel rolls hsi eyes, "What do you mean by what do I mena by benefits? I am tlakign about fooling aorund..simple sex when you are sexually frsutrated." He says palyfully seductive and extemely clsoe to her. "We cna always be friendsand have some beenfits form one another...I enver said anything abotu time, btu everyoen deserves some fun." He says easing clsoer to her lips.
((alright I'll start there))Elena blushed deeply in embarrassment, frozen in place as she watched him get closer again. "I don't even know your name... I've never even..." Elena trailed off, staring at him half in fear and half in curiosity... Of course there was no denying the foreign feeling she couldn't yet place that drew her to him. "I'm not really familiar with that notion..."
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"Um... What was it that you said? Fooling around? I didn't know these things were so casual and I guess I just didn't expect..." Elena shrugged, unable to look away from his eyes which were filled with intrigue. No one had ever looked at her with that kind of expression.
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Elena smiled a little, looking around for somewhere to sit down. As appealing as any sort of contact with him sounded, she just wasn't confident enough about herself to go that far with someone she had just met. "I guess so... It's a little late though. Do you think I could maybe sleep somewhere here?" It would be better than going back to her apartment alone as usual.
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Elena nodded, looking a little confused. "Okay, but if I'm in here... Where will you sleep?" The idea of even being in the same room with a guy for a night was unheard of for her, let alone share a bed as innocent as it may turn out to be. "I could always just take the couch." She looked away from him, offering him privacy she mistakenly assumed he wanted. Elena figured she'd sleep in her clothes, considering the exhaustion she felt and the simple fact that she had nothing else to change into.
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((Is there anything specific you want me to do with Zoe?))Elena waited until Ezequiel was gone and quickly changed into the shirt he had tossed her, folding her own clothes and setting them inside her bag she usually took to work. It was huge compared to her small size, and she felt oddly comfortable wearing it. Elena went out of the room in search of Ezequiel, hearing noises in the kitchen and following them as best as she could. "Um... Hello?" She called, still not knowing what to call him.
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Ezequiel turns form the kitchen down the rest of hsi bottle. "Oh...hey...I was coming in here to get you some water...didn't take you as a dirnker." He said as he poured ehr the glass and walked toward her only in hsi black briefs. Few men could pull off plain whitey tighties but he was certainly one of the few who could.
((Yup, that works ^_^ and anything's fine))Elena smiled and shook her head. "I'm only nineteen... Can't drink legally yet and to be honest I've never tried it." Her eyes widened when she noticed his apparent lack of clothing. "I-I... Uh... Um, thanks," she stuttered, taking the glass from him hastily and looking away, her cheeks red. She shifted her wait, trying her best to fight the urge to back up.
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Ezequiel smirks charmingly sweet. "Yeah I figured this much...alright you ready for bed?" He asked taking her kindly by her hand and leading ehr back intothe ebdorom and folding the blanket down. "I'll sleep agianst the wall incase you feel the urge to run you will have mroe free roam space. he syas kidnly offering her the edge as he climbs over the blanket and under the cover.
((That actually sounds really fun... Rather than the usual normal relationships. I'm all for the relationship :D))Elena blinked, standing still for a while before easing into the bed. She stuck close to the edge, glancing over at Ezequiel. "Will your family be home tonight? I don't want to be a burden." Despite her best efforts, Elena yawned, her eyes not doing so well at staying open and alert in a situation her mind deemed quite risky. This wasn't the kind of person she was, but somehow she felt safe here, almost as much as she did in her own apartment.
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Ezequiel woke up early in the morning stretching only to find his arm wrapped around some girl who he had noclue as to who she wa sor where they met...but the name elena did ring a bell. He climbs out of the bed after noticing she was wearing one of hsis hirts. It was strange to think he slept with someone and had no lcue as to it happening. He looks at the clock and finds it to be late into the afternoon. It was already three o'clock. He pulls on a pair of silk black gym shorts and walks toward the bathroom yawning as he wizzes.
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Orlaith blinked in confusion and wondered what he meant by that. "Oh no I meant your home seems welcoming and warm, not heat warm." She corrected as she followed him inside, blushing when she spotted another boy pulling up his pants. She averted her gaze. "A-Are you sure I am not imposing, I don't want to be taking up someones time or ruining their days off." She told him. "I can always leave if it would be better for everyone."
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Damian smirks.."Oh...I was hopignto see them for dinner...Um, work was wel...we had a few msihaps that sitll need some straightening out, but things are coming along rather well. We got a few new pieces of equipment that could blow our competition out fo the water." He says enthusiastically.
Orlaith blushed out of embarrassment for not understanding the joke, but it didn't mean that she didn't feel like she was intruding. But the mention of Julian had her going a little pale in the face. She remembered the conversation from earlier with her brother and Julian. Her brother had mentioned a man by the name of Damian being Julian's brother and also a hunter. She felt sick, trust her to go home and befriend a hunter. But what really gave her chills was the look in his eyes when he said they had equipment to blow their 'competition' out of the water. "U-Uh shall I help cooking?" She couldn't just say she had to go home or things would look suspicious. She just had to get through this.
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Damian gives a charming smirk..."Yes but of course. He moves to the kitchen with ehr and begisn pulling out ingredients fresh everything and then emptying the bags..i had cornbread cooking already it should be jsut enough there...wash our hands at the sink and we cna get started. He adds as he washes his hands and dries them and moves in for a cornish hen. "I need the cornbread crumbbled please a cup and half...After that get started on half a cup of ham and half a cup of smoked sausage...We are amking a cajun style creole meal...stuffed cornish hen." He says smiling begning to cut up mushrooms.
((He looks good to me))Elena woke up slowly, for once feeling completely rested. What she didn't know was how long they had actually lain in bed asleep. Blinking heavily, she dragged herself out of bed and ran a hand through her hair. Elena headed to the kitchen, expecting to see only Ezequiel there if anything. If she didn't get to work on time, she thought, she'd get fired for sure. She froze in her tracks when she saw another guy in the kitchen with a girl.
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Damian scraps the sliced mushrooms into a bowl and turns smiling..."Good morning... I'd shake your hand, but I have mushroom dirt on me...I'm Damian...Ezequiel's older brother. I don't think the other two are home yet, but you are welcome to make yourself at home." He says pointing out to her a chair and nodding to the cabinet where some glasses were. "WE have fresh orange juice if you feel like it's still a morning time for you. He says with hsi charming yet casual smile.
Orlaith was still trying to wrap her head around how this guy could possibly be a hunter. Personally she had never met one until now but then again her brother always told her they were great actors and to never be fooled. She just gave him a pleasant smile and nodded at his instruction. She washed her hands and got started on the crumbling. Part way through fixing some of the food she noticed a girl walk in and couldn't help but feel awkwardly embarrassed. Surely she was intruding somehow, this didn't feel right, but she smiled at the girl none the less. "Hello..." Was all she could muster, looking to Damian. "Oh I've finished preparations on my side anything else I can do?"
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Pulling out a dutch oven he begins heating oil in on top of the stove. He began adding onions as he went and celery and peppers slowly letting them saute. He then added some garlic and cajun seasoning.
He then added tomato sauce, tomatoes and bay leaves; heating to a boil.
Knowing altogether it would take about twenty minutes he turns smiling. "Okay....Orlaith...Other girl." He says..."I'm Damian by the way. Would you girls like something with shrimp, crab, or crawfish?" He asks so sweet and charmingly. "We can do grilled shrimp, Jambalaya, devilled crab cakes, Shrimp bundles, seafood gumbo, Shrimp Etouffee, crawfish cakes, crawfish stuffed potatoes, crawfish etouffee, crawfish and crab bisque?" He threw the suggestions out like he was some sort of professional chef. In truth he coudl cook great, but he only knew one thing and that was anything cajun and creole...nothing beyond that.
Orlaith watched as he prepared the meal like an expert, feeling like she should be doing something more to help as he did so. She smiled and kept standing, still feeling a little out of place in a big house with more than one stranger around. She giggled at his suggestions. "That's a lot of food. How about we let the all seeing chef make the decision, I'm sure your choices will tastes great." She smiled. "Um am I allowed to get myself a drink of water?" She wondered.
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Damian rolls his eyes..."Seafood gumbo it is." He smiles and starts on it and then a ding form behind he turns to the microwave oven and pulls out a fresh steaming plate of crabcakes..."Appetizers anybody?" He asks setting the plate on the center of the island and cutting a lime and sprinkling the juice over them. "For dessert we have apple custard parfait." He smiles kidnly takign a bite out of one of the crab cakes while preparing the gumbo.
Orlaith wondered what he meant by light and then he went and underlined that thought by bringing out the vodka. No way was she even sniffing the stuff. Water and only water for her. She thanked them with a polite smile and took the glass of water, sipping it happily. She kept her gaze averted and wondered how he could be so blatant in walking around in nothing but towels, especially in front of girls. She took a seat at the table and thanked him again, tasting the crab cakes. "Wow these are wonderful!" She beamed, nibbling on one delicately, remembering her manners. "You're very good at this, are you a chef?"
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Elena stood still, her sleep-ridden mind trying hard to keep up with the conversation. She was so wrapped up in the fact that they were eating dinner that she barely shuddered at the feel of Ezequiel's kiss. "D-dinner?" Elena stared at the clock, panic settling in slowly. She turned and ran to Ezequiel's bedroom, grabbing her phone and dialing the restaurant manager's number. It didn't take long for her to figure out she was short of another job. Elena slid down to sit on the floor, grasping her phone tightly and trembling immensely.
Orlaith saw the glare that slithered between him and his brother and wondered what was going on and couldn't help but suppress a giggle at the comment the younger brother made. It reminded her of her and her brother when they picked at each other. She nibbled on the crab cake and sipped her water, averting her eyes from the personal business by the door. "Well from what you've made so far I'm surprised that this is all you can make, surely you must be able to cook anything and everything." She smiled.
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The fornt door sounds as someone walks in and the rattle of keys going on a hook coudl be heard ebfore a figure walks in..."Hey, bro...ladies?" He syas lookign at them all rather curiously. "Oh that dinner thing was tonight...Damn...I was going to pick someone up formthe club when I got off work." He says plainly.
Damian looked half heartedly confused. "Where is Julian?" He asked plainly concerned. Antonio merely held a look of being utterly dumbfounded, "Um...who?" He asks knowing he heard the name form somewhere but who wa sit. Maybe the face he can never place in the abck of his head.
Damian held near fear and shock on hsi face..."Funny..but seriously where is Julian?" He syas a bit more serious.
Antonio was jsut as serious in hsi confusion. "I don't know who you're tlaking abotu bro."
Damian now knew witches ahd got to Antonio and that meant something had happened to Julian. He didn't say anytihng and knew what he had to do, but he was going to try and find out as much as possible. right now they ahd guest. "Nevermind...slip of the mind." He syas plainly as if he had no idea what he had jsut said.
Orlaith smiled sweetly. "Well I'm sure with a little help and practise you could become a really good chef at some fancy restaurant." She told him as she took in the newcomer. The brothers seemed rather close and felt rather sorry for Julian not being able to see them. However, at the mention of Julian not being here at the time he was supposed to she realised that Damian knew something was up, how much was beyond her. She just hoped he didn't try to do anything stupid. She played along. "How many of there are you? Do you guys have any sisters?" She asked with a smile.
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He takes the stange mix of cooked mushrooms and onions and pepers turned intoa brother and begisn to drip it over the hens.
Dinner was at last finsihed. "Okay..."Ezequiel...set the table...Antonio get out of thsoe sweaty clothes and put on somethign the doesn't smell like drunks and vomit." He calls otu as he begins to take thing sformt ehir pots and put htem in a professional form on different plates.
Orlaith nodded and smiled. "You have a pretty big family. I'm kind of jealous, must be a lot of fun to have so many siblings." She chuckled, catching the enticing scent of the new meal she was being introduced to. She got up and helped set the table before sitting back down again, sipping her water. "It smells and looks wonderful, even if it is supposedly the only dish you can make." She smiled. "Are you sure you can't cook anything else?" She teased sweetly, it was odd being a nice guest whilst Julian was back at school feeling miserable for not being able to see his family one last time. But even she could tell there was a dark air around Damian now that he was worried about Julian.
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Antonio wa sin hsi room changing and he turned looking at a picture of hismlf and some boy...it was the facehewas triyng to palce...was that Julian? How could he forget baotu his own brother. He began to wonder why it felt so much like adream isntad of something real. he decided it best not to further question it.
He walks out and sits beside Orlaith in hsi usual chair.
Ezequiel walks in at alst wearign something other than nothing. He sat down beside Elena with a charming smile. "Are we ready gang?"
Damian nods seeming to stare blankly as if disecting the chair at the other end fo the table. Empty and without Julian. "Yeah...eat."
Orlaith blinked in momentary surprise at his sudden change in attitude. It felt like for a moment that the atmosphere around them was almost tangible, but then it dispersed in the next moment. She found it odd that a human could do such a thing. At that point she knew she would have to leave after the meal, no questions asked. If she stayed any longer she feared something terrible. She gave a smiled and said thank you before digging into the food. "This is delicious!" She complimented part way into the meal. After some brief chit chat and an hour later the food was finished and so was her drink. She helped clear up when she noticed the time. "Thank you so much for the meal and the invite, but I have to get home. I hope to see you around." She smiled. "Have a nice evening." She gave a small wave and turned to leave.
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"Um, can I help you?" He aksed not realizing the warlock before him until he stepped otu fo the way to elt the guy in. "What is your kind doing here?"
Damian was not abotu to cause any real scenes jsut yet, but the guyw as a warlocka dnhe espeially didn't want one in the hosue.
Stefan frowns, "I have sme news abotu your brother Julian." He turns past Damian'ss houdler seeing Orlaith.."Orla? Waht are you doing here?" He asked feeling almsot protective of her once mroe.
Damian glares..."Why don't you stay for a bt Orlaith...Let's go ahve a drink inmy study." He says palinly and cold as ever leaivng hsi brtoehrs and Elena to the dining room togher. He leads them to hsis tudy and points tot he couch and chairs. "Please have a seat....Now tell em where is my broter." He demands coldly.
Occupants:
Damián Bernardo Víctor Eloy; Age: 27
Ezequiel Jacobo Miguel Eloy; Age: 23
Antonio Enrique Gaspar Eloy; Age: 21
Julián Eduardo Javier Tristán Eloy: 17
Description:
A well fashioned home with four bedrooms and a three car garage. Being almost perfect for the brothers the home holds and elegance of its own. With a lovely view of the same river that flows behind the Witch Academy this home is almost idea for any family.
Interior:
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