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Post by Jackie Damiano Piazza on Jul 7, 2012 22:16:30 GMT
It was pretty obvious that Aiden was avoiding talking about Brent's marriage. You'd have to be a troll to not realize. But it was very understandable that he didn't wish to pursue this uncomfortable topic for him. So Jackie didn't press on it and agreed instead that they had to finish that piece after being rudely interrupted by Aiden's pet.
"Sure. Beers are on me. Your beers." Jackie rolled his shoulders. He wasn't a fan of that beverage, preferring alcoholic drinks of the grape kind instead. "But... we're not going anywhere that hasn't a single bottle of wine." Good thing there was a decent pub a block or so away that Jackie had spotted walking towards the music store. Their drinks selection varied past just beer. Something that had undoubtedly caught his interest.
Jackie narrowed his eyes just slightly when Jackie began to whisper in his ear. He tried to stop himself from smiling but it was futile. At least he was able to control himself enough so not to steal a glance in Brent's direction. Nothing screamed "you're being talked about" more than someone looking you're way while another whispered in their ear.
Was a violin worth this? Behaving with Brent? Being normal around him? And then help Aiden dispose of someone? For Aiden... yes. It always was.
"Fine. I'll be good, Aiden." Jackie sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets and scuffing the toe to his shoes on the carpet. So maybe he was sulking just the tiniest bit. When he looked up though, he looked right at Brent and a smile tickled his lips. "So, McKinney, let me go buy us all a drink. Come." Jackie ushered his friend and friend's pet towards the door, squinting slightly as he was bathed in the sunlight on the street. It was too bright for his liking and regretted instantly forgetting to grab himself some sunglasses before retreating from the cool solitude of his lair. |
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