rac·on·teur

Orion Fletcher ; Mood board 001 ↳ rac·on·teur

making himself comfortable was one of the effortless tasks jake could ever have. no matter where he was, it didn’t take long; the unusually slower pace at another man’s treasure today, however, made it even easier.  “mate,” he paused at orion’s mention of giving away pastries, eyes glancing down to his own already half eaten treat. “are you saying i could’ve got this for free, too?” feigning a look of betrayal, the dark-haired male sighed. “missed opportunity. how about next time?” but with talk of the weekend, his eyes suddenly lit up with a certain playfulness. “that depends! you know i’m your guy for most, but… are there any specifics for this red herring?”

june enjoyed the job, but she’d be lying if she tried to convince herself that her mind hadn’t been totally pre-occupied all day by the thought of the party they were attending that night. a co-worker’s birthday party, it was going to be a small gathering but even the most modest parties could be really fun with great company, and june was feeling optimistic. her and orion got on like a house on fire, so there was nothing to worry about. equipped with one of the last fresh donuts held in between her teeth, she finished closing up the café area and was about to shout out his name when she heard the familiar sound of one of her favourite songs flowing through the store. she had taught him well, it seemed.

approaching the counter, she greeted him with a grin. “what’s this? a surprise for me? you do know it’s layla’s birthday tonight, not mine, don’t you— ah!” she eyed the bottle of what she assumed to be pre-mixed vodka and coke with the enthusiasm of a child on christmas day. “i like the way you think, mate! always best to come prepared.

she quickly got her hands on a couple of clean glasses and poured one out for each of them. “oi, is this gonna be like that montage scene in wild child where they raid the charity shop for outfits? you’re really makin’ thirteen-year-old june’s dreams come true here.” she laughed, taking a sip before joining in the search.

     “Surprises should be at any time for any person, not just reserved for occasions or immaculate conceptions.” he replied, sliding racks of jackets back and forth trying to envision a shred of fashion for himself. “It’s cheap vodka, but honestly it’ll kick in the ass so do with that what you will...” Orion was far more of a simple man, wine or the occasional whiskey and something if he wanted to slosh-it-up a bit. Unlike many of his other friends he had a low tolerance for liquor, often opting the sinful juice for something a bit more smokeable and herbaceous. 

   “Firstly, wild child is a brilliant film and frankly it should be stamped as a pinnacle point for british cinematography.” jesting back, partially joking while also partly being serious, “In this case you can gladly take the role of Emma Roberts, since we both know you are indeed the wild one here.” he pulled out a sheer top, dark and mildly grunge, thinking that it would be perfect for her and continued on. “I’ll stick to finding something that doesn’t scream ‘Why yes Layla I did work a bloody nine hour shift and thank you...this smock apron is lovely, and no those are coffee stains and not a design aesthetic.” Orion was the king of sarcasm, or well among the circle of friends tried to be, but honestly tonight felt like a redo from sixth form. He hasn’t seen many of the people that were going to be there tonight, so he wanted to come in hot so to speak. 

    “Who else is going to be there tonight and how done up are we suppose to be? Are we dropping in and dipping, or is this a proper party where I should expect kebabs at three in the morning?” 

“I would die, if I could only have carbs every other day. I love bread too much. And pasta. Are you trying to kill me? Is that your goal, here?” Fifi chuckled, taking another sip of her tea. “Mmhm. You know it. Are you talking about hitting up a club? Because I’m down, I just got this awesome new top I’d love to wear out. It’s got a little dinosaur on it and says Lickalotapus. Cute, right?”

     “Contrary to our governments incompetency, I still feel like murder would be a stretch for me to get away with.” shrugging, but a amused grin still curled between his cheeks. “Pasta sound fuckin’ ace right now.” Orion practically dreaming of his lunch break at this point, however pushed the thought to the back burn once Felicity brought up clubbing. “Oh, uh---” the last time he was at a club he was holding June’s purse while watching her and Jake make complete arses of themselves on the dance floor while somehow retaining a shred of coolness all the while. “I could be down, thought I’m not sure if I can beat your dinosaur top....What would a lickalotapus even look like?” 

    The storefront was dimly lit from the street lamps outside that shined through the windows; along with few over head lamps that burned throught the store. June and Orion often closed together, but it wasn’t every night the had a party to go to afterward with little time in between. June was working mainly in the cafe area, while for Orion he was walking through the vinyl department when a particular band album caught his eye. Viola Beach wasn’t the typical for Orion, but the name rung in his head thanks to the times he overheard her requesting them in the past to be played in the store’s playlist. “Perfect.” whispering to himself before slipping the disk out from its cover and began to play it. The electric but traditionally british indie sound played through the empty store, eoching as the groovy beats took over the space. 

      “Okay so we got a hour to clean, pre-drink, and change....So firstly check under the counter, I snuck something in.” a chuffed grin pulled on his lips, as he was noticeably proud that he was doing something that June would approve of (almost even June inspired). “Pour me a glass while I pick something for us to wear.” The music continued on, adding to Orion steps as he bobbed to the song between the racks of vintage clothing the store was displaying. He wasn’t sure where this spontaneity appeared from but like someone who just rides their mania when it hits him, he planned to do the same---after all writers couldn’t write without experience?

Fifi picked up the cup and took a sip, letting the hot tea warm up her insides. “Is that your way of saying you also got me a pastry, or…?” She teased him, putting the cup down and leaning in a little closer. “I mean, there’s probably going to be a party going down in my bedroom this weekend, but I don’t think it’s the kind you’d be interested in attending. I could be down for catching a movie at some point, or something, if you wanted. What do you need a red herring for, though?”

     Playfully rolling his eyes, “Oh no I remember you only do carbs every other day anyways...” The statement was most likely a lie but the notion that she was strict about something that tied to vanity was Orion’s way of trying to be funny; even if it was disguised as being judgemental. “Yeah, party in your bedrooms seems to require a VIP access... that and a vagina.” His tone was simple and straight forward, though hide a cheekiness in it. “Movie sounds swell, but I was hoping we could get a few of the others and see what we can get into.” pausing almost regretting he admitted anything, “I’ve just---” he decided to lie, “been working for what feels like forever, and I just want a reprieve.” 

a huff escapes riley’s lips as she looks around the VERY empty elm and apple. it had been a quiet night and she was ready to go home, but she couldn’t lock up until everyone left. a few regulars were still dotted around the pub, most of them drunk. she turns to the person sat at the bar with her, “you want another drink? same as last time?”

     Heyo I’m Logan your residential angst lover, head-canoning-for-hours-loser who is stoked for this little group of summer-shenanigans. I haven’t been in a small group in ages so I hope you all don’t mind me constantly in your inboxes, private messages, or discord wondering what the world would be like and how our muses love one another. Underneath the cut is a rough summary of Orion all pieced together in bullets.

the basics

name: Orion Fletcher age: Twenty one birthdate: October 3rd, 1997 birthplace: Ashemoore, England gender identity & pronouns: Cis Gender & He/Him sexual & romantic orientation: homosexual & demi-homoromantic