Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
"Where in this city are we going to find a place to detonate something that big?" Aiden exclaimed, giving Joanie a wary look. "Or even outside it! New York isn't exactly small, if you hadn't noticed." His look twisted into something strange, half its usual wry sarcasm and half demonic glee trying to break through the surface, when she spoke again. Yes, the power of fear ... the power he thought he had over everyone. Or at least ... probably thought he had. Aiden glanced down at his drink with a frown. It was almost empty again ...
Ah, yes. Oliver. The voice of reason and sanity. Aiden looked over at him, still faintly smirk-scowling, agreeing internally with Joanie but at the same time realizing he had a good point. Disaster, death, uninhibited destruction. All very tempting things, to some level, but mainly to be avoided.
"Obviously we're not going to try it now," he pointed out, "not when we've still got two movies to run through and we're getting drunk. I'm not that stupid." He settled back against the couch, thinking I knew this was a bad idea. But it's such a good idea, too ...