Osiris Street

Now running towards his location – Club Bast’s front entrance, Matt’s cheeks turn a bright rosy red colour. The cold hasn’t helped in this journey, granted it could be colder and the snow could be falling much heavier, but it has made it much more unpleasant than say walking this distance in the middle of summer. With his location now just steps away however, and with minutes to spare, Matt grins inwardly at himself before pushing open the door and entering the club.

Mel pulls his car onto the snow covered street and carefully maneuvers it down towards Pentagram. "So. You from town? I've never saw you before. I mean, other than recently, of course." Mel prods. He hated those awkward silences and would do anything t oget rid of them.

Matt’s eyes glance out the window as the car moves slowly down the snowy street. When Mel speaks his head turns so that he is now facing him. “No, I’m from LA…” He replies simply, not sure what else to say. His mind has just gone completely blank, not wanting to say anything offensive accidentally in front of his new boss. (Stupid nerves…say something…say anything…)

Mel's eyes remain on the road. He didn't want to lose control. (At this rate, walking would be faster.) The gypsy thinks, glaring at the road. "L.A. huh? Wow. Why'd you choose tocome all the way out here?" He prods for information, trying to make Matt feel a little more confortable. He knew how the boy felt. He was in his position when he was younger. It wasn't fun.

(At this rate, walking would be faster) Matthew unknowingly mimics Mel's thoughts as he pulls a hand through his sandy blonde hair. "I don't know really. I just sorta found myself here" He replies, wondering how he came to ending up in the town himself. He's never really thought about it before, he just drifted here. Matt's glad he did though, if he hadn't he would never have fully embraced his elemental heritage or found Jonathon - both of which he can't live without.

Mel struggles to find something else to talk about. The young witch beside him wasn't making it easy for him. "Maybe it was the pull of your Elemental background?" He suggests as he turns onto Pentagram Road. "Many people are pulled towards their destinies. It's quite common."

Mel drives along the road and holds his hands tightly on the wheel. Did he mention he hates snow, hates the cold. Well he just hates the damn winter time. He grumbles and slowly drives alone the road. He looks ahead of him and finally reaches Club Bast. He places on his single light and turns into Club Bast.