Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Aiden, by all human standards, needed a drink. He was frustrated, furious, hadn't been sleeping well, and was beyond comprehensibly irritated. The change in the hall had been completely unwanted and had been the first time he'd seen Vlad face to face as Aiden, instead of Dracula as Van Helsing, and it was a worse shock than he'd expected.
He could have killed the bastard right there. He'd been armed, and had the advantage, and nobody there could have blamed him. He could have said he was still hallucinating, even if the rest of them weren't. He could have done what he'd set out to do ages ago. But he'd waited too long and then ...
With a growl, Aiden'd shoved himself away from his dresser and gone out to wait on the stairs for Joanie. Sure, drinking wasn't going to solve anything, but he figured he could just have one or two drinks. Try to get angry about something else for a change, instead of focusing on the building for another seven straight hours. He glanced up when she called from the landing above, scowling as usual, which went slightly darker at her 'pretty' comment. Yes, yes, brought it on himself, so on and so forth, but still. He shifted the collar of his jacket and followed her down into the lobby.
"Not very funny," he said dryly, checking to make sure he had his wallet. "So where's the nearest place? If you're going to get so smashed you can't walk, I'm not dragging you half a mile back to this place."