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[kya s. wesson]

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[aiden i. carrow]

you wouldn't know love
IF IT CRUSHED YOUR F***ING CHEST

what he needed was a drink. well, that felt like the understatement of the year. he felt more like he needed several, heavily made drinks. normally, people could feel a slight conscious with what he actually did for a living. surprisingly though, aiden carrow slept just fine at night being that he regularly goes out and kill muggles. in his mind, it's all quite worth it and not only that, but it keeps him on his toes. being a carrow and a lestrange meant that his life was financially set. trust fund, inheritance, the whole works was all sitting in a vault at gringotts. even besides that, aiden didn't need the money he got from his 'other job'. being the owner of a chain of high end restaurants that littered across the lower areas of england was regularly padding his already filled wallet. so really, he didn't need his hitman job, but at the same time he did. that job kept him sane in his life, like he felt he was doing the universe a one-up and keeping some sort of balance. they were all useless. he was just helping with the natural order of things... at the command of those not qualified to deal such judgment calls.

either way though, that was not why he found himself out at nitro that night. all of his problems seemed minuscule next to the fact that his very best friend was getting married. acanthus macdougal was getting married, and to some prat that she barely knew at that. he still couldn't pin exactly why he hated that.. rander or whatever the merlin his stupid french name was, but it didn't matter. aiden didn't need a reason. he could hate rander all he wanted, and trust me, aiden did. of course he would never show it in front of acan or at least try not to hate on him too much other than worrying for her safety in a concerned way. they were far too young to be thinking about marriage. hell, he didn't even know they had really even be dating! he knew she had seen him, but aiden supposed that acan's dating life had always been an aspect about her that he chose to not really acknowledge. she was too headstrong and on the right path to her dream career. he didn't think she even bothered with dating until the ultimate goal of head healer was in her hands. clearly, his assumptions were far off. since she had told him a few weeks ago, he had done his best to be supportive, but there was a pit that was growing in size in his stomach the more he was around her helping with any sort of plans or even thought about losing her.

this was why he was at the bar. typically, to just drink away this horrible pit or he would die trying christian however was busy that night so it looked even less nice that he was going to the bar alone. normally a wing man was involved who was always christian kirke. while halfbreed, aiden didn't care and had always treated christian like he was a pureblood anyway. the kid was his best friend despite the few years age difference. if there anything he couldn't go to acan with, he was the one that aiden turned to. now however, aiden found himself at the bar. normally, a place like nitro wasn't a place he wanted to go just to drown himself in booze. however, the scene was more of an atmosphere to pick up on. or to pick up girls in. aiden could have called any of the numerous girls he kept strung along and frequented their bed every week or so, but tonight he needed something new. like a hit-it-and-quit-it kind of thing. two double whiskeys and a couple hours later after arriving though, aiden felt he had gotten nowhere. where was all the class in this place? the only person who had seemingly caught his eye had been the bartender, but he has tried his attempts elsewhere before resorting to the help, gorgeous or not. one girl had caught his eye to which he had sent over a drink only to soon follow it. he sat down and chatted with her, made all of the right moves. either the girl was just a ditz or a prude, but he found himself walking away twenty minutes later after her decline to join him for drinks back at his place and found his way back to the bar. was this acan thing getting so under his skin that he couldn't even successfully pick up a girl? impossible.

aiden set his empty glass down on the bar as he took up a spot towards the end. less people were at this end, and at this point he would rather be around less people. loud, obnoxious pretty boys who had the flirting skills of a walrus seemed to be picking up other girls left and right around him. it was an extreme annoyance. clearly, the guys were douches and the girls were too low of a blood status for him to even bother with. he wanted blind, drunk sex with any random girl, but he would never belittle himself with seeking it out in a mudblood. that was when the bartender returned to the bar, seemingly catching his eye again. she was his normal type, which was hardly all the specific. actually, it wasn't too specific at all. she was hot and that was about all he needed, especially now. he now motioned his empty glass closer towards her with his trademark crooked grin on his face. "what's a guy have to do to get a drink from the pretty girl behind the bar?" he spoke with a wink to add. it wasn't his best line, but at least point he didn't care. it was either this or nothing. his alcohol had already started to wear off, much to his extreme displeasure, and paired with the thoughts of acan in his mind it had started to send him down an extremely irritable path. so, he was winging it as quickly as possible to get booze and company all in one shot. "and do i have to wait until your shift ends to let me buy you a drink?" he knew it was probably the same old thing she heard every night, but he honestly doubted any of the offers came from a guy as gorgeous as aiden carrow.

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[kya s. wesson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/30261d_dark-floral.gif); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 50 50; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 50 50;] let's get these hearts beating faster, 915 words, outfit, aiden, woot <3 she'd gone to school with him, she knew that much. if she could remember correctly, he had been in slytherin, so she hadn't really known him. it was hard to forget a face like that, though, no matter how much of a grudge she'd had against that specific house back in school. besides, that was six years in the past, now, and if she was still going to hold a grudge about that, then she would be far less mature than she was, which was already a lower than it probably should be considering her age. well, maybe not, but she definitely wasn't nearly as driven as other people her age. she supposed that was the problem with being a gryffindor rather than a slytherin – like he had been. which made her wonder what he had been up to since school; it might have been helpful if she could remember his name, but he wasn't really ringing any bells past 'slytherin' and 'school'. well, 'hot', but she could have said that if it had been the first time that she'd seen him. it was obvious from first glance that that was the case. the thought just made her smirk, because while she saw the hot guys of nitro all the time, but it never failed to make her smile. especially when they were paying her attention. she just... liked the attention. which probably went towards her lack of maturity thing, but she really couldn't care less about it, especially when he was looking at her like that. if it felt good, she did it, and it looked like he would feel fucking awesome. she might have been quick to judge because of the fact he looked like heaven on earth, which was to say nothing of his lips, but this was one case where she was happy to judge, at least until she was proven wrong. raising her eyebrows, she gave him an obvious once over as she pulled a rag from her belt, wiping down the bar in front of him and plucking the empty glass from his hand in one smooth movement. "for most of them, waving your wallet around works. but hey, i'm special." she glanced at the rest of the bar quickly, making sure that there was nowhere else that she should technically be. if she was going to have a great work ethic, she should have gone and done a round of the bar and gone and picked up the dirty glasses, but since there wasn't actually anyone else demanding attention right now, she could bully one of the newbies into doing that instead of her, while she made her night a little better than it had been so far. she'd earned that much with how long that she'd been working here, of that she was certain. shrugging a shoulder airily, she gave him her best smirk and threw the rag across her shoulder. "well, you see, you can buy me all the drinks you want. but unless you're planning on a quickie in the bathroom, it might be a few hours before you get your reward for spending money on liquoring me up... which isn't actually necessary if you want to get laid, but would probably be appreciated." well, there was nothing that could be said about her lack of honesty, at least, if the tact that she held wasn't exactly the greatest in the world. "you look like you need a drink though, handsome. what do you say you talk while you drink? it'll help the rest of my shift go faster, and might even help you." without a thought, she grabbed the whiskey he'd been drinking off of the wall and poured him a probably too-generous helping, but her boss could bitch her out if he noticed that she was giving a cute guy a bit more booze than was strictly mandated. she kind of doubted that he was going to, though – while he might get the shits with her taking breaks, that was because she was normally good at her job, and made sure that she did everything he was looking for. tonight was just an off night for her, for some reason she couldn't really put a name to. maybe it was because harper had been a terrible mood when she'd left the apartment, maybe it was because she hadn't slept enough last night, she didn't know. the point was, she was allowed to have an off night where she gave a guy a bit more whiskey than necessary because he was hot and had smiled at her. sliding the glass across the bar to him, she leaned on the bar a little as she fiddled with the rack of glasses in front of her. sliding her fingers through her hair, she straightened up and put the whiskey away before making somewhat of an effort to get on with her job by wiping down the glasses that she had in front of her, at least while keeping her eyes on the attractive specimen of a man in front of her. "by the way, that girl you were flirting with? has a boyfriend, and gets off on being a cock tease. that wasn't exactly your fault, so i wouldn't worry too much about her." she smiled at him again, more genuine than smirky this time, as she looked around the mostly-empty bar for anything else she could distract him with. hi hi

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[aiden i. carrow]

you wouldn't know love
IF IT CRUSHED YOUR F***ING CHEST

being arrogant came with the name. coming from long bloodlines of wizards and witches that shaped (and tried to destroy) the world, it wasn't like one could just not embrace the namesake. just the name alone carried itself, and aiden carried himself on that. his reputation in hogwarts was rather well-known and always seemed to precede him, which was the point in the first place. ever since he was a small child, he always had to let people know he was there. center of attention in a way that didn't make it seem like he was calling attention purposely to himself. he just liked knowing that people knew who he was. as he went off to hogwarts and eventually went on to graduate, that's exactly what ended up happening. pureblood elitist, manwhore, womanizer, cocky, arrogant. they all were accurate. aiden carrow really didn't give two cares about anyone really, except for a select two. and none of them were girlfriends.

being a manwhore definitely had it's perks while in school. it meant that girls typically knew that he had a short attention span when it came to them. that wasn't to say that he treated girls like dirt, quite the opposite. his father had at least taught him manners. he had yet to ever cheat in a relationship, hit a woman, or ever really fight with one. that just wasn't his thing. if he was dating a girl (which was rare, and usually only lasted a week or two), he treated her like how a girl deserved to be treated. that was the old days, back when aiden carrow used to date. by the time he graduated high school, bothering with relationships didn't even occur to him. why bother with all of that mess when he could develop a set of rules and be with plenty of different girls? now, there was a certain way that he handled the girls in his life. there were a certain few that he kept around as regulars, always liking that there was always several to fall back on. besides, they had become almost like friends that he could actually stand being around them for more than just a romp in the bedroom. but the rules were simple. never call a girl until three days after she gives you her number, only one night a week with a certain girl, no girls in his apartment (except for his sisters or acanthus or aria), and a few others. this way, it kept his schedule light and free. that was exactly what he needed considering the two jobs that he had and maintaining a good social life, but even aiden felt that falling apart with his best friend's impending nuptials.

that was why he found himself out and about that night and why he found himself immersed in the attention from the girl behind the bar. to him, she looked slightly familiar, but he didn't want to bother with trying to figure out from where. he had seen many girls in his lifetime, but he would have recognized her if she had already been one of his choices in his day. she was gorgeous, off the bat. on top of that, she knew his next favorite thing next to his car: alcohol. that was good enough for him for tonight. his trademark smirk came across his face once she took the glass from his hand. "well, i thought about doing that, but i figured you deserved a little more dignity than that," he said as he glanced down the bar. it wasn't like anyone was pining for attention from her or needed drinks. besides, who was he to care if he was stealing her attention? she looked like she had been bored out of her mind. one of his eyebrows raised at her straight-forwardness and only coaxed his grin out more. if he had been really desperate, he would consider her offer, but aiden carrow was never desperate and was usually a patient person. "no worries, doll. i can be patient," he threw at her with a wink. "liquor always makes everything better. you can whatever you'd like, just add it onto my tab. the name is under carrow. you can call me aiden though." so perhaps his night wasn't going to be a total bust like he had imagined.

as another whiskey was placed in front of him, it didn't take long for aiden to raise the glass to his lips. the annoyance of the girl who had only been a tease had worn off his already consumed alcohol, and with his day, there needed to be a bigger intake going in. that girl was behind him now and was perfectly content with the bartender in front of him until her shift was over. by then, he certainly hoped that she would either have enough liquor or stay around for a drink or two more. anything as long as she was fun, and by the looks of her, aiden had a good feeling that she would be. she wanted him to talk? he hoped this would take away from her level of hotness and his expectation to go back to her place for a night of fun. if she was one of the bartenders to tried to get his life story and deep down secrets out of him, he was going to have to leave. but aiden had a feeling that wouldn't be the case. "doesn't everyone in this day need a drink?" aiden said with a chuckle as he set his glass down. "but a day at the office and then only to find bars full of cock teases definitely calls for a drink or five. she wasn't nearly as hot as you are anyway," aiden spoke as he tapped his glass for another whiskey from her. "so, let me guess. i'm the highlight of your night so far?" he could be cocky. his name was aiden carrow. it came with the name.

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