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Looks like someone had a little bit too much to drink last night, quite a rarity nowadays. Padraig's very late out of bed for him, though he is finally getting dressed and sorting himself out. He's only half-dressed, just a pair of three-quarter trousers on, as he searches his room for a vest, through slightly fuzzed eyes and the tiniest hint of a headache. The occasional self-deprecating muttered curse comes out, as he's obviously quite annoyed with himself for screwing up his schedule.
So maybe the gift of beer wasn't the wisest of choices? Sabella is currently standing outside of Padraig's door, where she's actually been standing for a good ten minutes. She doesn't /want/ to say she's sorry, but she knows she has to. After all, Padraig hardly deserved the way she treated him the other night. With a sigh the Succubus knocks on the door, deciding to suck it up and take her punishment. The beer is held up in front of her so it's the first thing Padraig sees when he opens the door.
Finally finding a vest, Padraig is in the process of putting it on when the door calls for his attention. A frown coming to his face, maybe a brief wince that someone might be pissed at him being out of bed so late, he saunters fairly quickly over and grabs the handle, fixing a smile to his face, though the reddened eyes will give him away. He opens the door and his face immediately drops. "Sabella." It's very level, no trace of emotion. "If you're just here to try and bite my head off again, please don't. I'm not in the mood for it, and don't want to try and deal with it."
Sabella pffts and pushes her way past him and into the room, letting the case of beer drop onto his bed. Only once that's done does she turn clasping her fingers behind her back as she studies him. "You don't look so good." She states with a faint frown of worry. "And I haven't come to yell at you or I wouldn't have knocked. Actually I came to appolagize."
"Apologise? Is that for the growling at me or the trying to accuse me of putting Amara in needless danger?" Padraig retorts, a faint scowl appearing for a moment. "I've just got a bit of a hangover. Don't drink that much very often any more; it screws with my training, like it is right now." He scans the room, searching for his training shoes, which are spotted in short order, and he moves towards them to take them up.
"For growling at you." Sabella states, still a little annoyed that he had Amara try adjusting to the heat of the sauna when she had it on high. That's just dangerous. "It wasn't you I was annoyed at but men in general and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. You didn't deserve it." She watches him grab the shoes and then gestures for the bed. "Sit down." she states and waits for him to do so. She'll fix his headache so maybe he'll be a little less grumpy.
Hey, it's not his fault Amara walked straight on in... He did try to warn her. And thus an eyebrow raises high, but the scowl does fade into a more level expression. "How is it I can't stay annoyed with you as soon as you even consider explaining yourself? Women. But you're right, I didn't deserve it." He slowly walks in the direction of his bed, bleary eyes taking a moment to focus properly as he sits. "And I always end up doing what you tell me. Damnit."
Sabella offers Padraig the biggest and brightest smile she can manage as soon as he begins to cave. "Because you know it's rare that I'll admit I was wrong. Especially to a junior member." She states and walks towards him, pressing her fingers against the side of his head. She's been studying a lot to learn better control of her powers, but it's still going to take a little more time than usual. "I'm sorry I yelled at you." she murmurs and presses a kiss to his forhead before smiling again as she gazes down at him. "And you do what I say because you liii-iiike me." she grins. "Forgive me?" Uh oh, puppy dog pout.
"I'm not just any junior member, kiddo." Padraig grins towards the diminuitive woman, sighing slightly as that familiar warmth begins to spread through his head. His tone lightens with his gentle tease, "You better be sorry. Really got to me 'cause it was Amara, you know?" Again he sighs as the headache begins to falter and disappear. "I don't have much of a choice, do I? If I don't, you'll set your charms on me. Forgiven."
He /so/ did not just call her kiddo. >_< But she'll forgive him this once because he's being grouchy. She closes her eyes, lifts parted as she concentrates, seeking out the blood vessels that are currently causing his headache. "There we go." she whispers as his headache begins to lessen. Eyes opening Sabella lowers her hands to his shoulders and sighs, feeling the dull ache in her own mmind for just a moment. "The next time you try something like that with her, just let me know first ok. What you were doing is dangerous and she could end up needing immediate attention next time."
Oh he so did. Padraig stifles the briefest yawn before he blinks slowly. "Thanks, Sabella. Might mean I can function today." He peers up at her, eyes seeming less red already. "I will do, if you insist. Seems like anything I do round here though, I've got to get permission. I know, I know, I agreed to it, but a smidgen of freedom might encourage creative thinking, you know? Sorry, just a bit of a bitch from a hangover, I think."
Sabella another forehead kiss before Sabella pulls away and smiles a bit, looking down into his eyes. Yup, he's looking better. "No problem hon. And I know it's tough to follow all the rules. And at times it can be damn constricting. Just try and remember that if there are rules, then there's probably a reason for it." Sabella rolls her shoulders before letting her eyes sweep around the room. "So you've been treating my girl right yes? Because I don't think I've had a chance to give you the 'speech' yet."
"It's not tough as much as annoying, occasionally. Which is why I'm planning on becoming the best there is round here." A touch of determination. Now that's rare. "I want to make senior as soon as possible. I need to prove myself, show him that I'm worthy of it." He breaks into a grin at the mention of Amara. A somewhat foolish grin, at that. "No need for the speech. I did alright with you, didn't I? And she gets the full treatment, think I might be falling for her, to be honest."
Sabella grins. "Well maybe not the /best/. Best out of the Juniors though I'll accept." She winks, happy to see that kind of deterimination in him. They need more of that on this island and less of the constant bitching. "I have faith that you'll show him exactly what you're made of!" She encourages before crossing her arms over her chest with a smirk. "That you did." she nods and seems to ponder something. "You know, this island might not be huge, but it has secret little niches here and there that not everyone knows about. There's this one where it's a canopy of trees with just a little hole in the center where, at night, you can see the start perfectly. It'd be a great place for a sweet, secluded dinner for you and Amara." An arch of one brow. "I can set it all up for you guys and we'll call that my real appology."
"The best. And if that includes whipping your ass, I'll do it." Padraig breaks into another full grin with his amusement. This one's number 3, engaging grin. "If you do that, I'll forgive you for the next time you piss me off as well. How does that sound? I'd happily murder for some privacy without just settling with our rooms. Hell, I might even try cooking for her again. When can you have it sorted by?"
"You can try little boy, but whipping my ass is harder than it looks." Sabella laughs. Ok, so maybe not all men are scum, just the majority of them. "Oooh, that sounds like a fair deal. I'll just have to be sure to do something really nasty, so I can just go 'ah ah ah you can't get mad'." She giggles, moving back towards the door as she ponders. "Tonight. It'll have to be a short notice kind of thing so that people don't start getting nosy."
"It's easy. I'll just flash you and nail your jaw to the floor when it drops." Padraig replies, attempting an offhand manner. "I'll try and find her as soon as I can. She can be remarkably difficult to get a hold of, sometimes." He takes a deep breath in, before shaking his head sharply. Still a little foggy round the edges. Maybe Bella could learn to remove whatever it is that's fogging him up? "Damn hangover. Shouldn't ahve drunk so much."
Or maybe Bella already knows how and thinks that Padraig should learn some kind of lesson from drinking too much? She is evil you know. "Oh honey. It'll take more than you simply flashing me to get my jaw to the floor." She states and pulls the door open, sending him an innocent smile over one shoulder. "I'll come and find you at 8 tonight. Be ready." She saunters from the room, closing the door behind her.
"Worked before." Padraig offers on her way out. "See you later..." He doesn't -quite- whisper kiddo. More of a mouthing as the door shuts. He skips up off his bed, best he can, and begins to collect his gear together for what promises to be a difficult day.
Sabella goes to Padraig's room to apologise for her behaviour recently. Padraig forgives, they banter.