Aria Dixon // Euterpe (museicalme) wrote in monte_logs, @ 2012-05-08 07:35:00 |
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Current mood: | determined |
Entry tags: | anubis, euterpe, ~complete |
nevermind i'll find, someone like you, i wish nothing but the best for you... (part 1)
Characters: Aidan Graveley/Anubis (gravedirt) & Aria Dixon/Euterpe (museicalme)
Date/Time: April 28th, 11pm-ish
Location: From the streets to the car to outside the dorm
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, propositioning
Summary: Aidan and Aria finally have that talk.
Much like everything else in her life had been lately, Aria’s birthday bash ended up going horribly cock-eyed for her. Oh, it started out well, but after the alcohol started flowing and people loosened up, she found herself having to fend off the amorous advances of Arron. Despite her insistence that he calm down and wait until they were alone (if she decided to be alone with him later, she was still on the fence about that after her talk with Aidan), she eventually had enough of his repeated attempts to untie the slim ribbons holding her carefully crafted dress in place.
It took her some effort, but eventually she was able to take advantage of his drunken state and unsteadily make her way outside. It wasn’t until she was halfway to the diner that she realized she’d forgotten her coat, and she was too plastered to walk home. Retrieving her phone from her knee-high boot, she sighed as she dialed the dorms. Time to take advantage of the ‘Resident Advisor Designated Driver’ program. Shooting a glare at a guy who stared a little too long at her festive outfit, she muttered into her phone. “Come on, Bastien... please answer.”
~*~
No such luck, of course. It was a Saturday night and Aidan was bent over his books, studiously ignoring the fact that he could be out drinking like the rest of the world -- he’d had his fill earlier in the week with Nick, after all, and there was the endless litany of law assignments to tend to. So Aria’s call bounced around the RAs’ landlines for a while, before eventually finding an open receiver and rippling out: on the third floor, not the second.
“Graveley.”
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“Fuck.” she swore, loud enough for it not to be a mistake. Okay, not the best first thing to say, but she wasn’t thinking clearly.
“I mean hi. This is Aria, I need to be picked up.” In case he didn’t know. “I’m walking to the diner, and I’ll wait there. Be quick, I forgot my coat.” Short, not-exactly-sweet, but to the point.
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A blink, and he lurched back upright from his bed. “Er... pardon? Aren’t you at—” He glanced at the wall calendar and the wall clock, just to be sure. Still too early for anyone to come trudging home from a party, let alone the birthday girl. “—your ABC party?”
~*~
Why couldn’t he have just been a good DD and said ’on my way’ instead of asking questions? She wasn’t sober enough to deal with this. “I was, but I left. I thought that was obvious.” Pulling the phone away from her ear for a moment, she looked around. “Right, now I’m across the street from the diner, are you coming or am I walking home?”
~*~
“Alright. On my way.”
Click.
There were a thousand questions (or just half a dozen) he wanted to ask -- but he could save the cross-examination for the drive. Aidan slid from his bed and plucked up Aria’s keys from the desk, where he’d placed them for safekeeping after her abrupt visit earlier. Break in case of emergency; act like responsible and dutiful RA; go fetch fellow student in need of ride home. That was simple enough, right?