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Kalen sat in front of the open refrigerator door and blinked in the sudden dim light. 's**t. What the--' Hearing Skyy's voice call from the other room, a realization hit Kalen. His power had just gone out. Hopefully.. it was only a fuse... but Kalen knew he couldn't have such luck. Grabbing the beer and a wine cooler, he shut the fridge door with a shudder from the excess cool air.

"No," he replied, wheeling himself back into the room. It was so dim, he could barely make out the silhouette of the sofa. "I think a fuse is blown... or something." At that point his street light popped off too, shrouding the apartment in complete darkness. Swearing softly, Kalen groped his way to the couch until his hand connected with with something soft. The redhaired teen immediately recoiled once he realized he'd just groped the other's leg. "Ah. Sorry... I, um, ... thought you were the couch and.. nevermind." He dismissed it and slipped the cold beer into the Skyy's lap.

Finally reaching for a candle on the cocktail table, he placed two fingers on the wick and snapped, igniting a flame immediately. He barely gave any thought to the action for it was so commonly used. "Sorry about the power... but I don't think it's going to be on for awhile. It hopefully will be back on in an hour unless the building owner already went home. You can use my cell til' then," he murmured.

Skyy could more hear than see Kalen approach, his eyes still taking their precious time to adjust to the unannounced darkness. His brows rose when he felt the unexpected hand on his leg. "Woah, hey.. Do you always feel your couch up so sensually or am I just a special occasion?" he asked teasingly, pulling the drink out of his lap. He was beginning to warm up to this boy Kalen, he believed, despite his, at times what he would consider, odd behavior. Or maybe it was just his friendly side kicking in..

The cap of the beer came off with a quick twist and he took a long swig. The new light of the candle reflected in the deep, dark pools of his eyes uncomfortably at first before he adjusted once more. Had Kalen just lit that with a match? he wondered, staring curiously at the flame. He had heard no strike or seen any stick. "Ehh, thanks," he said absently, taking yet another chug of the beverage. Maybe it was just his mind messing with him.

"Some day this has turned out to be, huh?" he asked.

Kalen blushed slightly in the darkness. "I said I didn't mean to.." he mumbled, taking the candle and steering over to his chair. He easily fished his cell out of the messenger bag and flipped it open. "Here," he said, handing him the phone.

Once it was accepted, Kalen moved to take the wine cooler from his lap and twisted the top off. He took a drink, feeling the cool liquid slid down his warm throat. He set the candle on the nearby table and shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair. "Mhm. Some day," he murmured, taking another large gulp of the fluid. He smiled softly to himself. "I think I earned this one," Kalen joked, referring to the beverage. In fact, barely any of the alcohol was consumed by Kalen himself. But his uncle had just had a party and sent him home with 3 cases. At least they were going to some use.

He waited quietly for the other to complete the call, trying to think of something else to say.

Shiyaa shivered at the touch, giving the man an icy look. Crossing his arms, he shook his head," I've got no idea what you're talking about. Do you want to order or not?" Shiyaa growled.

" Oh....Mama can't be a mage, though...they aren't real....." He said a little sadly. He was giving the man questioning his 'mother' a confused look.

"Mmn," Skyy mummed while drinking in such a way as if to say 'Oh, sure' with Kalen's defensive tone. With the cellphone in his hand, he examined it, quick to learn which button was which. Not much different than his own, he noted mentally. "If you're going to get into the subject of earning our drinks, you may as well break open the whole case. It's been a rough and very tedious day.. or at least I think it has." He hid a slight frown behind the lip of the bottle before draining the rest of the bottle in one swig. Setting the empty glass between his legs, his fingers once more dialed the number to his house.

It picked up by the second ring.

"Hey, Mike. Yeah, it's me," he started, resting back on the couch. "No, I left with a.. friend. You wouldn't know him.. I wouldn't necessarilly say 'fatal'. Better than I expected, though. Just give the confirmation.. Regretfully, no. Then again, there was much I could do to check. Yep, looks like you're going shopping. No questions, just do it. Bye!" And he hung up the phone.

"Persuasion," he said with a grin. "A God-given gift." In his case, it was more like he was slightly spoiled. His family back home often sent his uncle money for having taken Skyy along with him, and the youth expected a good wad of the said cash to go towards himself.

Kaya stood up and started to leave. The waitress that he'd thought was looking for Shiyaa didn't seem to have bothered. As he started to leave, he bumped into Shiyaa fom behind without realizing it was him at first."Oh, Shiyaa. Hel.....Am I interupting something?" he asked as his eyes traveled over the Shiyaa, Cole and the boy that was with them."He's not giving you a hard time is he?" he asked, starting to feel extremely defensive for some reason.

Kaya grabbed Cole's hand and applying pressure between his thumb and wrist, He pulled the man's hand off Shiyaa's shirt. He leaned in close to Cole and muttered clearly, plenty loudly enough for any one to hear who cared to listen."Never piss off a raven. We stand for misfortune and ultimately, death. If you ever lay a hand on Shiyaa again, you won't live long enough to regret it". By now his crimson locks were flowing around his face due to his subconcious inability to control his magic. His emerald eyes seemed to be glowing in the faint amount of light that reached his face."You'd do wisely to listen, lest you pay for your ignorance."