Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
"Help with my - " Aiden stared at her as he opened his wallet to get his driver's license, expression caught somewhere between blank and horrified before resolving into a scowl of genuine irritation. He shoved his wallet back in his pocket and snatched up his drink. "And somehow you passed high school biology with that sense of humor?"
For a few long seconds, he chewed on the glass edge of the bottle instead of drinking from it, not liking the smell of the beer but knowing he wasn't going to waste money by not drinking it, and so choosing to put it off for as long as possible. Joanie seemed to be enjoying hers, or at least the sensation of getting drunk. Or maybe just the cold drink itself.
He sipped his and grimaced. Terrible. Oh well. Beer was one of the things that tasted less awful the more you had it in a controlled period of time.
"No, unfortunately. Came damn close, though." If she'd been willing to provide him with the tools used to kill a vampire, then Aiden figured that she wasn't going to go running to the police under the I'm-worried-for-someone's-life clause. "What about you? Anything interesting happen?"