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In some ways, Aidan seemed like he came from a different planet, in Isaac’s eyes. The whole yacht thing had always thrown him for a loop, even after moving here - the idea that it was something people really do. It left him wondering, idly, what it must be like to really be that wealthy. But he liked him, even so. (He was handsome, of course, which helped.)
“Takes the edge off, huh?” He turned his attention to mixing the drink with practiced ease - barely even looking away from Aidan’s face as he did it, except to look around the room. “Seems like it. Weekends are always busier. But hey - we can keep each other company.” He flashed a little smile of his own, watching his face for a moment. “Rough day? Or just another Wednesday?”
the alzado was one of the nicer places in town and it was close enough to the marina ( and to the docked sailboat that he lived out of ) that aidan wouldn’t mind having to take an uber back to it later. and it didn’t hurt that isaac made better drinks than most. “it does,” aidan said, leaning forward on his elbows, eager for a conversation that didn’t revolve around the expectations of others.
“would you hold it against me if i said that all wednesdays are rough days?” he asked, a smirk rising on his face as he looked over at isaac. “my last client is a bear.” aidan shook his head. “i’ve started charging her an extra grand per charter every time she changes something. don’t think she’s even noticed.” his brow furrowed. “how often do you want to do that here?”








