Who: Aidan and Eithne What: Meeting up/Hanging Out Where/When: Eithne's place/Tonight Warnings: Likely to turn out NWS.
Aidan wore a black T-shirt and jeans to match, before leaving the apartment. He headed over to Eithne's, grateful her place was in walking distance. it was a bit of a hike, but nothing he couldn't handle. He liked to walk, after years of being locked up in a 12x12 cell for a good part of the day, and nowhere to go even when he was out of the cell. He inhaled deeply, counting each step for something to occupy his mind.
Before long, he was at her door, raising a fist to knock. He had definite plans to get into her bed, or against the wall, or over the back of the couch. If he played his cards right, maybe he'd manage to experiment with all three locations. maybe more. He wanted to christen every area of her homey little apartment. He wanted her to think of him everywhere she looked, and long for him as a result.
He was holding off on his grand plan, still working the angle. He had to establish himself, or Ronan, as it were, with her friends, and avoid her brothers. The one who worked the kitchen at Murph's was hardly a problem, Aidan already pegged him for the meek and mild sort, who wouldn't hurt a fly. He'd so far managed to avoid the cops of the bunch, and as long as that luck held out, he was golden. When Eithne finally went missing, no one would suspect him, because he seemed to be such a nice Irish lad.