ORION CASTILLO.
Ori, like most of the time, is quite happy just doing his own thing. Whether he had company or not he has no problem going to dinner or catching a show out of town. Tonight he found himself sitting at the bar laughing along with everyone at this guy on stage who wasn’t half bad. Soon he was done and the next act would begin, and Ori found he was rather enjoying himself. It was a nice break to his rather uneventful week.
“I hate to disappoint you but it’s just soda.” Ori turns to the man who has sat beside him, quickly realising it was the comedian from before. His eyes flicked down to see if he was joined by the dog he’d noticed on stage, then up to the mans face. “Driving,” he explained the lack of alcohol in his glass. One was his limit and he’d drunk that long ago.
“Well, it really depends” his eyes cant help but take in the money the comedian is handling “does your dog get a cut of that? I hate to tell you, but he’s clearly the star of the show, and I would be very upset to hear he wasn’t getting his worth of the pay.” A beat passes before he asks “she?” he peeks back down “what wass their name again?” Had they mentioned it in the show? It was lost to his laughter he supposes.
“Well, it’s actually kind of perfect.” He smiles - though he hasn’t mentioned it in his set, abstaining from alcohol is just one of those things that’s a consequence of the other things that life threw at him. He’ll laugh at it, every once in a while, but when he makes jokes in bars and college auditoriums for a living, it proves difficult most of the time.
Two glasses of clear, fizzy liquid are placed before him and he nods at the bartender in thanks. “She,” he smiles, “gets her share of doggy treats and cuddles from Tan-Tan when we get home.” He would reach down to scratch her head, but she’s too far down. “This is Dakota. I swear to god, I didn’t name her.” He chuckles. He finally pockets his earnings for the night, reaches for the glass of soda and asks, before he could take a sip, “You from Pleasance?”











