[Aidan, Ben, Open] Characters: Aidan, Ben, anyone else Setting: Sitting outside a bar. Hurrah! Summary: Aidan likes to drink. Aidan likes company. He is a social type of chap.
He'd met Ben how many days ago now? And in all that time, had he actually managed to follow through on his plan of crawling into a bottle of whiskey? No, he had not. There had been recovering from the fucking painful Change, and how the fuck did Ben get over that so quickly and easily? Huh.
And then there had been house-hunting. Ben had picked the best of a couple of shotgun houses they'd been investigating, a two-bedroom house with relatively little damage. There was a hole in the roof over the living room, and some structural damage to the front of the house and the porch, but other than that, the rest of the building was sound. Still, Ben was a farmboy and Aidan had pretty much grown up on building sites, so they were able to get most of the damage sorted pretty quickly. Once that was done, they cleared out the junk in the house that they didn't need, kept whatever looked useful, and then moved in. There was even space out the back for parking cars.
He hadn't really questioned why the two of them had moved into the same place. It just seemed like the right thing to do. Besides, Ben knew far more about being a Werewolf than Aidan could even begin to think about, so if his Alpha (and he'd admitted as much to himself now) wasn't actually kicking him out, he was going to stay and try to learn as much as possible from his Sire.
Right now, though? Right now, he was intent on getting through as much alcohol as possible. He'd already gone through about five pints of whatever beer was available, most of a pack of cigarettes, and was about to start into either some vodka or rye whiskey or something. His da would be disgusted with him if he knew, but then, his da was of the opinion that if it wasn't Bushmills or Guinness, it wasn't worth touching with anyone's barge-pole.
He stopped complaining about the current state of the NHL and lit up his newest cigarette, using the last one instead of a match, then turned to Ben once it had caught. "You want vodka or... whatever the fuck's in that far bottle, I can't see the label from here, it's facing away. Whiskey? Vodka or whiskey? Or should I go get more beer?" It annoyed him sometimes, how he now defaulted to "Whatever Ben wants", but most of the time he just accepted it and got on with things. Besides, it wasn't like Ben made him do everything.