Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Aiden gave Oliver a flat look to match the man's own.
"Obviously. I live for it." He rubbed the side of his head, not looking forward to what was inevitably going to be a night of absolutely nothing enjoyable at all. But there were painkillers in his pocket for inevitable headaches and whatever hangover hit him in the morning. Even if he knew that mixing painkillers and alcohol was a bad idea, it wasn't like this little was going to kill him.
The door opened, and - well. All right, that solved the problem of any introductions. Even if Joanie had made that delightful little offhanded comment at the end, there. He followed her into the apartment, glancing around once or twice. It wasn't a bad looking apartment. He hadn't been in it before; somehow, he'd expected more ... he wasn't sure. Something boisterous, or something. Brighter colors. Possibly a broom nailed to the wall.
He looked at her and was about to address the 'asshole' comment (true or not, it was still an insult) when something slammed into his legs with all the force and angles of a square bowling ball. It resolved itself into a purring, apparently very affectionate cat. What a surprise, he thought vaguely as he offered a hand down to it. A witch with a cat.
"No, I can handle cats. They've never tried to trample me to death or tear my limbs off." And he knew Oliver wasn't going to object, what with the one he had probably stalking mice back in his apartment.