Brennan relished in the sound of the building storm, the thunder rumbling like a beast from hell. The sound dredged up unpleasant memories within the warlock, a sound that haunted him and perhaps always will, but somehow in that uneasiness it soothes him. It felt familiar, like he knew what to expect, what that noise belonged to.

The seemingly endless rain pelted and droned on against the fabric overhang and it echoes within his head like white noise and he preferred it to the inside of that restaurant. He preferred it out here, a little rain or the fickle elements was never enough to deter him. Drawing in the salty air mingling with the freshness of that storm, he welcomes it. It seemed to tie him to reality, reminded him that he was in fact here and not that dreadful hell he was bound to.

He muttered an idle comment toward a new guest that ran for shelter from the impromptu storm. He speaks in that usual antagonizing way he was prone to, that so often burrowed beneath people's skin. It felt terribly normal for him, as though he had never missed a day on this earth. He hardly meant any real harm from it, but he liked seeing how wound up people got and how they snapped. A small smile danced upon the dark-haired woman's features, that hair much like a midnight black he wouldn't be surprised if he could see stars within, even when it was drenched by that drenching rain. It reminded him of her. Irritation flashed within her eyes and he could not help that antagonizing roguish grin, his signature smile that allowed the mischief to sparkle within his eyes. "That is exactly what I am saying." The irish accented man challenged with that deeply rooted confidence. He paused a moment as if considering something, he rubbed an idle hand through the scruff on his chin in that very moment before continuing.

"Unless you like the rain, in which case you seem.." His vast blue eyes that laced with silver from his magic, seemingly moving like the rolling clouds in the turbulent sky above.. He seemed to examine her wet shirt and how it clings to her petite physique, he could see her flesh underneath, but that long hair seems to cover the more intriguing parts. "Unprepared." Wearing white with rain was a brave choice and mighty distracting scene.

He peered out into the turbulent ocean as though it called to him, the rain pelting harder with a merciless rage, followed by another loud crack echoing through the now abandoned beach. The rain seemed to wipe clean the many footsteps and any signs of life within the sand. Desolate, much like the hell he had dwelled within and yet it was better than the alternative. His thoughts drifted to far less pleasant thoughts as is weaving in and out of memories vs reality. The conversation seems to die and drift away with the deafening sound of the storm.

Suddenly the waitress was back with his food and drink. Good girl. He thought, noticing his bottle of amber liquid and his food, perfectly content to have been given exactly what he wished despite how early it was. The smell of cooked meat, potatoes and eggs it made his mouth water as it reached his nose. It smelled greasy, as though the food had been cooked in a pound of hot sizzling delicious butter but he hardly cared. He had not remembered the last time he had a meal such as this one. He would happily devour every last morsel without an inch of regret.

The waitress placed his food before him. "Thank you kindly." he uttered, entirely absorbed with his tasty meal. Then the woman next to him spoke, ordering a coffee from the waitress. She coaxed his attention back toward her and to those wet locks that frame her face and trail downward. It only made him well aware of how cold she was against the cool wind. Why wouldn't she warm herself inside? He wondered quietly to himself.

He most certainly took notice of those glances she was casting his way as if curious of him. He was not a good man to be curious of, he often brought on all sorts of trouble and let's face it he wasn't the kind of man a seemingly sweet girl such as herself should be associating herself with. He was nothing but trouble. He was haunted and partially still not acclimated to the chaotic world around him. How unlike the guileful warlock who would normally be more than content to toy with the idea of that very state of her.

Just when she stole yet another glance he couldn't help but catch her with his own eyes. Meeting with his own ocean and churning silver eyes. Oh no, you don't he seemed to muse, knowing very well he had caught her within his snare. "Out with it.. Say what you wish to say." He prods suddenly, daring her to delve in some honesty. Why she waste such energy trying to be so coy when she clearly had something on her mind. "I am aware my whiskey is quite alluring.." He teased and more than content to share but he hardly doubted she was a morning drinker, or a drinker at all by the looks of her. She seemed quite innocent but that was upon first glances. "The storm would most likely kill you faster than the drink if you wish to add some to your coffee." He suggested with a mischievous glint within his eye.

Brennan O'Connell