In the Blue (Blythe)

[AIDAN MICHAEL O'RILEY]

It wasn’t often that Aidan decided to leave the town of Chiaro. He was a full blooded Angelli, he worked in Chiaro, his apartment with other performers was in Chiaro, and his family as well as his mother’s grave was in Chiaro. As such, he rarely left the town. There was no point to that in his mind. He didn’t need to cross over to this town or that. It didn’t help that he was slightly biased against Shades, which kept him from going to Umbra.

He felt bad about that. He didn’t mean to be biased against them. Aidan didn’t want to dislike or hurt anyone because of what they were born as. It seemed so silly. But the boy could hold a grudge, it ran in his genes if anything that his father had done had taught him anything. And Shades had killed his mother. This left him with a deep disliking of them, as much as he tried to ignore it. He tried not to judge people because of this, and he was slowly getting better at it.

All the same, for the sake of his sanity, he tended to stay in Chiaro where he really didn’t have to worry about that too much.

There were a few exceptions of course. Aidan loved to dance, and there weren’t the best clubs in Chiaro. This had led him to Nox. Because Nox was a big party town with the best clubs that anyone could dream up existing among the down town district. So he didn’t mind Nox that much, it was mixed and thus there was less of a chance of his prejudice, which he tried his best to ignore, flaring up in the back of his mind. It was a win-win. Besides, on one such night in Nox, he had met some really good friends before.

However, they also had some killer restaurants in Nox. That was where he was currently heading at the very least. He had gotten slightly dressed up, with a black button down and nice jeans, but The Blue Moon, where he was headed, wasn’t a fancy type of restaurant where you had to dress up, like you had to for the ones in Pandora. He just wanted to look nice, there was nothing wrong with that. But not too nice because then you could get teased for that and he was not looking for that either. Just nice and in the middle.

He had come here before, so he knew the waitstaff well enough and smiled, waving to one or two that he knew as he entered. He looked around for a moment when he entered. This place really took their name very seriously. The booths, tables and chairs were all a rich shade of blue that seemed to shine under the low lightning of the place, and the walls were a soft blue that seemed to be made brighter by the dark blue of the floor. It was all blue.

But hey, if they wanted to take their name seriously, that was their decision, wasn’t it? He just liked coming to this place because it had a relaxed atmosphere and also it had some of the best steak that he had ever tasted before. So it was worth it to come all the way over from Chiaro just to get a bite to eat. He planned on going out to party and dance a bit later anyway, so it was just easier to already be in this town.

He was not surprised that, at around 5 or so, it was slightly packed in here. There was no one to seat people, it was a take your own seat sort of place and the waitress would come over with a menu after your seat, so he slipped into one of the last empty booths in the corner. It was big enough for four, so he felt bad taking it all to himself but none of the two tops were open for him to take. No one seemed to complain when he took it, and he would be happy to share with someone else, so he supposed it wasn’t a big deal? He hoped not at the very least.

He smiled politely at the waitress when she brought over a menu, shrugging off his jacket before he took it from her and then placed an order for a water. He was good at taking care of his body, and tried to stay away from the junky things like soda. He tried to always have water instead because it was the best for the body. She smiled and nodded, heading off to get that for him as he began to study the menu. He already pretty much knew what he wanted, but it was always good to look at one’s options first, right? He liked to anyway. It was an odd quirk of his, but he supposed it came from the fact that his mother had always done that too and he always looked up to his mother, even if she had died when he was young.

He smiled a little at the memory of her taking him to this place to eat when he was little.

It hadn’t changed at all since then. He shook his head and poored over the menu, lost in his own little world as he did so and not really reading the words that were passing before his eyes at all.

Words: 943
Muse: Good
Comments: Hope this is a good starter? I suck at starters ><

[BLYTHE LAZZON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him --------------- ! ) BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. Blythe rolled over in her bed and stared at the alarm clock. Was it 3 pm already? Well fuck. That meant she did need to get up and get ready if she wanted any time in town before she had to be at work. Eh, sure, Blythe had three or so hours until she had to be at work, but she liked to go out on the town a bit before work, rather than just work, sleep, eat, repeat; which is exactly what her life had come to the past couple of days. Yawning again, she rolled out of bed, literally, hitting the ground with a thud. "Fuck." she muttered, pushing herself up off the ground and shuffling towards the bathroom in her small studio apartment. She turned on the faucet to start her shower, and while she let the water warm up, she decided to brush her teeth. She stared at her reflection as she ran the brush across her teeth, bleh, she looked like shit. Truthfully, she felt like it too. For the past year though, this had been her schedule. Up between twelve pm and three pm, a few hours until she took over for her shift at seven or eight pm, work until two or three....some times four am. Really just depended, and then run around with who ever until six or seven am, sleep, and do it all over again. Her family thought her crazy. Especially since it was not like they were poor or anything. No, not at all. She could have sponged off her mom or dad for how ever long she needed. Blythe had never been that kind of person though. She wanted to do things on her own, and her way. She only wanted to take stuff if it was her idea to do so. Blythe was not a person who enjoyed feeling like she owed a person something. No, not her style at all. So so what if being a 'dancer' at Luxuria was frowned upon by her father and his entire family. Was it their decision how she lived her life? She didn't think so. Peeling off her nightie, Blythe stepped in the shower and let the warm water hit her body. Ughhhh. she didn't even want to move. As she went through the mechanical motions of her shower, she suddenly wondered if she even worked tonight. Was it tonight she worked? Or was it the following night? Well damn it, there was a distinct possibility that she could have slept a little longer. Turning off the water, she dried off quickly and wrapped her body in the towel and texted her manager quickly. It wouldn't be a total waste if she didn't have to work tonight. In fact, she actually wouldn't mind it. It would mean she'd have a night to herself. To do what she wanted, which most likely meant she'd grab something to eat and hit Silver Kisses for hot dancing and hot boys. That actually sounded amazing to her. Throwing on the first things she grabbed out of her closet [That matched of course. Blythe would never be caught looking like a complete mess. Kind of ruined her hot girl image....or you know, the hott girl image she thought she had.], she threw on her make up, and ran a brush through her hair as she blow dried it. Hearing her phone buzz, she let a devilish grin flash across her face as she read that it was in fact her night off. Well this was just perfect. She had real big plans and such bad thoughts... that is as long as her big plans lead to those said bad thoughts, and one could only hope that it would. But first, this girl needed food. And as if on cue, her stomach let out a rumble. Right, well since she didnt have to work, she was going to treat herself to a nice dinner at The Blue Moon. Blythe didnt eat out too often, and you had to treat yourself nice every now and then, right? Well, she thought so anyway. Pulling open the doors, which seemed heavier today for some reason, Blythe smiled slightly at the familiar smell that hit her nostrils. Blue Moon was a place that some of the girls liked to hit on their days off to hang out and catch up. Blythe really didn't eat out that often, but when she did she generally found herself at The Blue Moon. So she liked familiarity...sue her. As her eyes scanned the diningroom, she frowned when she found it extremely crowded. Eh, what did she really expect? People were just getting off of work and it was dinner time, well, she didn't find it too surprising. Though as she scanned it once again, she frowned noticing that there seemed to be no where to sit. Well this just simply wouldnt do. She had been looking forward to this since she discovered that she apparently was not working tonight like she had first thought, and damn it, no one was going to stand in her way. Her eyes lit up as they landed on a booth in a back corner. Aidan....perfect... she'd just sit with him. They had a......complex relationship, if you wanted to call it that. They'd either get along perfectly, or they wanted to kill each other...or you know, something less dramatic. Oh well, she was in a peachy mood, and he sure as hell had better be too. Walking back towards the last booth, she sat herself down across the table from him. "Good morning....evening... what have you dollface. How is it? Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, indicating the seat she was already sitting in. "I sure as hell hope not, because I do not intended on moving." She flashed him a grin and a wink before diverting her attention to a waitress who was helping the next table. "Hey, can I get a coke over here? she asked with a fake smile. The waitress wasn't one she recognized, so she didnt feel like she had to be genuine with her, but that was just the way Blythe thought. Turning her attention back to Aidan, she placed her head in one of her palms. "So how the hell have you been? Have you ordered yet? I'm starved.....what brings you over here to Nox anyway? 1006 words--C L I C K--sorry it sucks and took so long D=

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[AIDAN MICHAEL O'RILEY]

Aidan almost felt bad taking up a seat that was at a table obviously meant for more people than just himself, but he had no other choice. The place was packed as it was and there was no other seats for him to take that he could see. So here he was, at a table for four with just his lonesome self. But he had come to the Blue Moon because he had been craving a steak and he had no intentions of ditching this. He rarely craved things, so when he did he made a point not to ditch.

But of course he rarely craved things, he was a dancer and he had strictly kept an eye on his diet for most of his life, though back when he was little his parents had thought it was because he wanted to be a police man or a guard to the council. That was the tradition after all. All the way back to the beginning of the Angelli, his family was a line of warriors on both sides of his family tree. It was like he and his brother were supposed to be the perfect soldiers because of this.

He left this to James.

He shook his head and brought his mind back to the present. James still supported him. And he was a high class performing dancer at the Mitchell Theater. So his father had been wrong when he had said that Aidan would never get anywhere with his dancing. He enjoyed his life and that was all that mattered, right? Right. He was doing what made him happy, and no old man’s last words would make him regret that. He was content with what he had become in his life.

He was settled into his back corner booth that, at the very least, gave him a pretty decent view of the happenings in the rest of the crowded restaurant. And it also gave him a pretty good view of the door. However, Aidan was not expecting company, so his eyes were not trained on the door like some man waiting on pins and needles for his date to appear. On the contrary, he was content to be on his own, and if he wished to meet up with others he was going out to dance and party after he ate, so that would solve that dilemma as easy as could be.

Aidan had ordered a water and he smiled a bit when it was promptly brought to him but he informed the waitress that he was not yet ready to order, which was not precisely the truth. He knew exactly what he wanted, he had come here craving exactly what he wanted. But he figured it would not kill him to look over the menu for a little bit before actually making his decision. He wasn’t one to pin himself down to things, not after his childhood. Even though he thought he knew what he wanted, maybe something else would pop out at him.

He had been studiously looking over a menu he almost entirely knew by heart by now when he heard a voice at his table that was definitely not his waitress. No, because he recognized that voice as one that was familiar. He looked up to see that Blythe had seated herself across from him. They weren’t best of friends. But they didn’t hate each other either. It depended on the day honestly. Which didn’t make much sense but that was the truth. Their friendship was…complex. Mostly due to a lot of things. Though they got along pretty well due to their shared profession…though…Blythe’s wasn’t exactly the same as his… no, not exactly.

He was in a good mood tonight, with the night off and a day of fun planned, so he figured they would probably lean towards the friend’s side tonight, which would be good for him really. He smiled a bit when she spoke. She grinned and then winked and he shook his head, grinning a bit himself. Well, it seemed they were both in a good mood tonight. ”Most people would call it evening” he said, teasing a bit and hinting slightly at her more nocturnal lifestyle. ”But sure, sit. I don’t mind the company” he said kindly, and it was true. Aidan always tried to err towards the kinder things in life. Though…he had to be as blunt as always…”You already sat yourself down and made yourself at home anyway” he was grinning though, making what could have been a nasty comment just blunt.

She asked for a drink and he returned his eyes to the menu before setting it down, knowing what he wanted in the end. It was exactly what he had come here for. Oh well, it had not done him any harm to look over things first, had it? No it had not. He listened to her next round of questions. ”To answer your third degree in order…” he started, leaning back in his seat a little bit, secretly glad for the most part that he was no longer using a huge table all to himself and hoping to be able to delight in a friend’s company. ”I’ve been damn good, you? I haven’t ordered yet but I’m starved too…and I came out for a good steak, better company and excellent dance music” he said, laughing a bit.

”What about you? Time to grab a bite before you dance for the masses of horny men in that club of yours?” he asked, being blunt again.

The waitress came, finally, and he smiled a little before ordering his steak and then waving the waitress’s attention to Blythe so that way she could order as well. And then he waited for the answers for his own questions.

Words: 1010
Muse: Pretty good~
Comments: Still getting used to him, so sorry if it's rocky!