Who: Aiden and Joanie What: Chillin' Where: 703 When: Sometime after Aiden runs into Vlad Warnings: These guys are total douchebags
Ever since Russia, Joanie had realized that she was becoming more and more protective of her friends. Though she always had cared about whether or not they were dead, now she actually took the initiative to check up on them. After the full moon that failed, Joanie hadn't heard anything from Aiden. He hadn't been on the forums much, and though she was at least confident that Dracula hadn't eaten him, it was a concern. Especially since she had simultaneously not heard from Oliver.
So eventually she had the presence of mind to text Aiden to make sure that he hadn't been eaten by a shark. Thankfully, he hadn't been - good sign number one. However, even through electronic media it was easy to tell that he had a few bugs up his ass that he didn't normally. Joanie wasn't entirely sure what motivated her to wheedle him until he agreed to come spend time with another human being. Maybe it was that strange "nice" thing she had heard so much about. Even though Aiden was an asshole, he didn't deserve to just sit alone in the dark and hate everything. He managed to have at least one friend, and damnit, he was going to make use of it.
Remembering how much he had whined about the beer, Joanie had made sure that she had some cokes in the fridge before he showed up. Tying her hair up in a loose bun, she glanced to the door as she heard a sharp knock. She answered the door, opening it up with a faint smile. "Nice to see you're alive," she said. "C'mon." She beckoned, holding the door open for him.