Orion sat at the kitchen counter, a boiling cup of black coffee by his hand. He had gotten out of his room an hour before but didn't have any intention of leaving. His hand messed with a switchblade in his hand, his eyes down, but his hearing heightened. Someone had walked in. Someone he didn't know.

It wasn't the most unusual thing for one of his roommates to bring over girls, but this one and come through the front door. They had the key. His grey eyes flicked up to the person who came through the door like they owned the place.

Considering he was the observant person, he found similarities between their features and his friend's, Beck's. They had to be related somehow. And they looked like they were dressed for dinner and to drag Beck's sorry hungover ass out of bed.

"Who gave you the key?" Orion bluntly asked, skipping the pleasantries he had no patience for.