Who: Aidrien Putnam and Open [Possibly Jakodi] Where: Desert Heat Why: Deser Heat is about to open and he needs a distraction from his power struggle. When: Evening, right after the sun goes down Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Silence is a horrible thing to be in. Normally, the human ear can hear something else in the background, a fly or someone breathing, but on a night like tonight nothing makes noise. Since the beginning of the morning, things really haven't been interesting. Aidrien followed his normal pattern of getting dressed, making sure arrangements were made for any reservations for the following night as well as thinking of Jakodi all afternoon. Looking back on time, no one could harbor a thought of vengeance like Aidrien could. It was a sad thing that this grown man envied his sister as much as he did, but it was in his blood.
Flipping the lights on that surrounded the tables inside Desert Heat, he let out a exhausted sigh as he finally heard noise from the kitchen coming alive in the back with his head chef yelling out orders to prepare themselves for the upcoming rush. Was the noise there all along? Ren shook his head when the thought crossed his mind. He wasn't going crazy, he just couldn't hear a 250 pound man yelling at his staff. Alright, he was crazy. This stupid battle of power going on in Aidrien's mind kept him from hearing many things lately. He had even thought that he was alone inside his restaurant, when really all of his staff was moving with him. Could his mind block out people too? All these thoughts surrounded his every movement, his every breath and it was like a hand was closing on him. If he didn't stop to think about something else soon, he would blow.
The one thing that he needed right now was a crisis. He needed a rush of people, a rush of anything to take his mind off of this problem. He needed a distraction. Normally, he wanted to stay focused on his plan, but that was simply too much for Aidrien to handle at the moment. Forcing his hands to his temples, he cringed as his migraine plagued his head once more. Glancing at the door for a moment and noticing that no customer had entered yet, he found himself leading over to the bar. Gliding his head up and down in one fluid motion, the bartender smiled a wry smile and placed a small shot version of his famous Blue Rose drink. Eyeballing it for a moment, a grin popped onto his face before he swiftly swallowed the liquid, without even blowing out the fire. God how he loved fire. The sweet intoxication of the liquor flowed down his throat with a hallelujah chorus and he glanced up at the bartender. With a new smile on his face, and a charming smile he let out a few words in a deep voice. "Tonight shall be one hell of a night."