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Who: Aidrian (narrative)
When: Between 8:30 and 9pm 6/10/08
Where: In the Trans Am, en route to Illusion
What: Contemplation on the way to work
Status: Complete
Rating: N/A
It'd been a week since he'd spoken to Raksha. His twin had called a couple of times, keeping in touch as they'd been doing since Raksha had gone to Izzy's. Aidrian hadn't answered any of them, hadn't been able to say a word to the brother so similar and different. Part of him regretted the snapped retort he'd hurled in Raksha's face when he'd been visiting. But the faintly betrayed anger still simmering over Raksha's departure in March wouldn't let him forget. For awhile he'd been sidetracked, the looming eight month mark making him as skittish as any wild creature. He still felt guilty for the strain he'd allowed it to put on things with Andi.
Hands tightening on the warm leather of the steering wheel, he reflected that the distance had seemed okay. Expected as he'd irrationally expected to lose her the way he'd lost Mikah. A mistake he rather hoped not to make again. A glance ahead at the traffic told him it’d be another ten minutes to Illusion. He’d meant what he’d said to her the night before, about finding a new job. The club had been fun at first and still was at times. But between Tom’s harassment and his schedule making far less time than he’d like to see those he cared about, especially Andi, he’d begun to sour on it.
If her grandfather really could do him the favor she’d mentioned, it’d help. Though his record wasn’t as bad as he supposed it could have been. Unlike his twin, he hadn’t continued the illegal activities once they’d reached Cali. Lack of education was probably going to be more of a problem in finding new employment. Illusion was a lucky shot, he learned fast at bartending and no other previous skill was required. Being paid under the table helped him stay under the legal radar, as well as Raksha, who even less could afford to end up on it again.
Pulling the Trans Am into a parking space, he briefly contemplating not showing up. But rent was due soon, so skipping out on pay was probably a bad idea. His thoughts tangled around each other as he climbed out of the car, the fading dusk light falling on the white STAFF across the back of his shirt. Jazz’s voice echoed in his head, good-naturedly admonishing. Maybe he’d talk to Raksha tomorrow. Maybe.
When: Between 8:30 and 9pm 6/10/08
Where: In the Trans Am, en route to Illusion
What: Contemplation on the way to work
Status: Complete
Rating: N/A
It'd been a week since he'd spoken to Raksha. His twin had called a couple of times, keeping in touch as they'd been doing since Raksha had gone to Izzy's. Aidrian hadn't answered any of them, hadn't been able to say a word to the brother so similar and different. Part of him regretted the snapped retort he'd hurled in Raksha's face when he'd been visiting. But the faintly betrayed anger still simmering over Raksha's departure in March wouldn't let him forget. For awhile he'd been sidetracked, the looming eight month mark making him as skittish as any wild creature. He still felt guilty for the strain he'd allowed it to put on things with Andi.
Hands tightening on the warm leather of the steering wheel, he reflected that the distance had seemed okay. Expected as he'd irrationally expected to lose her the way he'd lost Mikah. A mistake he rather hoped not to make again. A glance ahead at the traffic told him it’d be another ten minutes to Illusion. He’d meant what he’d said to her the night before, about finding a new job. The club had been fun at first and still was at times. But between Tom’s harassment and his schedule making far less time than he’d like to see those he cared about, especially Andi, he’d begun to sour on it.
If her grandfather really could do him the favor she’d mentioned, it’d help. Though his record wasn’t as bad as he supposed it could have been. Unlike his twin, he hadn’t continued the illegal activities once they’d reached Cali. Lack of education was probably going to be more of a problem in finding new employment. Illusion was a lucky shot, he learned fast at bartending and no other previous skill was required. Being paid under the table helped him stay under the legal radar, as well as Raksha, who even less could afford to end up on it again.
Pulling the Trans Am into a parking space, he briefly contemplating not showing up. But rent was due soon, so skipping out on pay was probably a bad idea. His thoughts tangled around each other as he climbed out of the car, the fading dusk light falling on the white STAFF across the back of his shirt. Jazz’s voice echoed in his head, good-naturedly admonishing. Maybe he’d talk to Raksha tomorrow. Maybe.
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