#touchedsky

                    daithi keeps up with his bar top easily , not that many people in at the current moment . mid day was just beginning time and he’s making sure a couple of things are done from last night in between orders and conversation . he sees someone sitting down at the bar and he’s wiping his hands on the rag that hangs from his pocket as he moves closer . flashing a smile to her , his head tilts a bit .    ‘    this early in tha middle of the day -- and i’ve never seen you around  .    ‘     curious hazel eyes in the moment , but he leans against the counter just slightly .    ‘    passing through ? what can i get you , anyways ? look like you need something other than just a nice water .    ‘

“   hey,  do  you  care  if  i  sit  here  ?  ”

"I hear you’re the man t’ talk to about gettin’ some runnin’ water around here.” He’s only been in the settlement a few days, but the water problem had apparently been going on near a weak- at least according to the locals. “Apparently the purifier broke a li’l bit back, and we haven’t been able to figure out a fix for it.” 

"Why am I not surprised? Have you seen me lately? It would be silly if you thought otherwise."

"Wanna tell me all about it?"

                              Walking the little historic alleys of Athens in the middle of the night is kind of magical. The moon turns everything into spun silver, and the gentle summer breeze brings the smell of olives and summer. What isn't magical, however, is finding a guy climbing the antique statue of a goddess (probably Athena). It's a knee-jerk reaction, really: Steve throws his travel guide at the man, and because his aim is exceptional, he hits him right in the butt. He sounds indignant when he starts giving the guy a piece of his mind: "Are you fucking nuts, this is priceless historical art, get your ass down right the fuck now; Jesus, Maria, and Joseph." 

                   “     that thing weighs hundreds of tons !!!     what are you gonna do ,  put it in your backpack ???     ”

"..." His eyebrows furrowed. "Ex-fucking-cuse me?" And then he crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you mean: You won't? You could kiss me and you should. Hey, I might be a little nice and let you pick which mouth you want to kiss."