Orion's pulse raised as he pushed the bathroom door open. He looked into the mirror and saw his reflection as pale as a ghost. They had danced so close, it would be unusual to not feel something. Calista's body was an intoxicating warmth. He splashed cold water on his face to extinguish any form of desire he felt ignite between them.
"Remember all it is, it cannot be more." He muttered to himself, gripping the edge of the sink. "Remember."
Toweling his face dry, he composed himself and headed back. The bar was now crowded, but his cousin was easy to spot, he was hunched over, glass after glass laid before him. Orion's eyes swept the crowd one more time, his gaze landing on Calista's and their eyes locked in a silent communication. With a subtle nod, he signaled the predicament: Thompson's barely conscious now.
"Thompson, come one, buddy," Orion said, his voice gentle, but firm as he approached the said man.
