WHO: Arion and V WHERE: Outside the Anderson house WHEN: Friday evening WHAT: Brah time WARNINGS: language maybe
Thanksgiving had been an okay day for Arion. He was no cook, but luckily, the woman he'd been paired with in this world was a chef, so he focused on keeping the house tidy and cleaning up after everyone, which was a good distraction. There had been enough leftovers from the meal the day before to last them a while, so his alter ego's tupperware collection was put to good use, and the "kids" were pointed towards the refrigerator for dinner that evening.
After dinner, Arion poured himself a glass of whiskey from the liquor cabinet and took the glass and bottle out to the front porch for a good evening sit. He wasn't aiming to get completely black out drunk, but a good buzz would be welcome. He had had a bit of trouble getting used to having a "wife" that he didn't even know. He would only ever have one woman in his life that he would consider his wife. Even though he and Adele had never marrie, he had always wanted to, and he held hope that in some world they did. He had made steps to deal with her leaving the Compound, but he didn't think he would ever truly be over it.
So he sat out on the porch, a growing Mo laying by the chair, and watched people walk down the perfectly manicured black and white street.