Aiden Brady

26. Automotive Design. Westbrook, NY.

[aiden-brady]

gracewalsh:

“So, do you think it’s too on the nose to spend Father’s Day at a strip club?” 

“Are you inviting your father?”

[aiden-brady]

duncankeller:

“Well shit, that’s another Eastern Bluebird that has escaped my line of sight,” Duncan remarked absently, rolling his eyes. “I had better luck bird watching in Chappaqua.” 

“Eastern Bluebird? I have never seen one in years. I’ve seen more ring-necked pheasants in the area, so that might be better for you. Sorry. Couldn’t help to eavesdrop.”

[aiden-brady]

dani-hayes:

“I don’t know, but it doesn’t seem any more weird than some guy being like ‘oh, I wonder what that calf is drinking. Let me go squeeze some cow nipples and find out.’ I mean, right?” she asked. “Like, how people react if a cow went up to a new mom and started drinking out of her boob? Probably not well.”

“I mean, that’s pretty weird, but he didn’t die, so it was not like... some sort of weird suicide, but now that you mention it, thank you for letting me know I’m not the only one who lies awake at night thinking of that exact same thing. I mean... to each their own kink and all that, but like.. really, how do these things happen even?”

[aiden-brady]

warrenkenna:

                           “Who the fuck knew you’d be so freaking picky? God.” Rolling her eyes, she didn’t really get offended, knowing she had failed terribly while playing around with all the alcohol around her. “Do you want me to make you something else? I’ll follow every step this time, you have my word.”

“It’s not that I’m picky but that I’m trying to survive and live a long happy life, okay? I’m only twenty-six,” Aiden defended himself as he returned the glass back to the table. “I’m not sure– where are you even taking these recipes from? Is it even reliable?”

[aiden-brady]

gabedecker:

He only rolled his eyes at his response, then took another sip from his own glass, wincing at the burn in his throat, but he’d taken much worse. “It’s gonna be fine. Get that stick out of your ass and relax a little, will you?”

“I’d take a stick up my butt over another one of those drinks– Just... just forget I just said that, alright?”

[aiden-brady]

katyakennedy:

“That’s totally unfair, you didn’t even give me the benefit of the doubt! I could still love you for other things. Like… you’re tall,” she pointed out with some indifference to how valid her point was, though it was all part of the humor. “Incorrect. Watch this—” She straightened her back, cleared her throat, and held her head up. “—Oh, look at me, I’m Aiden Brady. I’m tall, dark, and handsome and as if that’s not the complete package enough, I also like cars. Also, I’m gonna eat my words when Katya ends up winning all the awards,” she said, deepening her voice to the lowest it could go before leaning back. “Spot on, eh?”

Aiden tilted his head in thought, then gave a couple nods. “Okay, you’re right. I’m tall, good point,” he said, grinning playfully and proud. He quirked an eyebrow at her impression, yet after a few seconds, he kept his unamused face as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Not bad, not bad. But not good enough, sorry. You gotta find something else to do in your life if you don’t want to starve,” he joked. “Speaking of starving, I’m starving.”

[aiden-brady]

issy-canham:

@aiden-brady

Issy’s day had gone from bad to worse when she stepped off the subway back into Lanford. The day had started with an ignorance from her boyfriend - better only because they were no longer arguing, simply civil and careful not to say anything to set off the other. The museum had faced a hoard of kids, three of whom during her tour, had decided it was funny to spray Issy with their energy drinks, entirely ruining her outfit. Though visible, she’d nothing to change to and so had to stick with putting on her trench coat to wander through Lanford.

As she passed through Westbrook, she smiled up at the weather and glanced around her. It wasn’t as bad as she originally thought it might be, and had come to love it quite a lot. “You’re fucking kidding me.” She was about to cross the road when she saw a familiar face a little down the pathway. “You know, Mr Brady..” she began as she got closer to him. “It’s pretty much a crime not to mention when you’re back to one of your favourite people.” She teased, smiling as she glanced up to his grown, but all-too familiar features.

Word had been insane that full day. With his father away and across the pond, he had left Aiden to take care of the big stuff while he was gone under the excuse that it would be a great training for when in a couple years, he took over the whole thing. Aiden hadn’t found a way to tell him he didn’t want to do it. He had gone through three meetings where he barely understood a word anyone was saying, and not even a goddamn fidget spinner could make him focus for the life of him (yes, Aiden had given up and with the hope that it would actually help his ADHD had gotten one of those things: pretty entertaining, though absolutely useless for him). Luckily, he had been able to cancel the last two meetings of the day and escaped work, so here he was, just after sunset, with an empty stomach and wearing a suit in the almost Summer weather that was starting to reach New York. He lit up a cigarette, the one and only thing that would stop his fidgeting for a few minutes and took the long way to his car. Still pretty much into his pessimistic thoughts of the evening, he barely even noticed the blonde girl walking towards him until she mentioned his last name and forced him to take a second look. It took him a couple seconds before he recognized the girl’s face, not that he’d forgotten her but he was so distracted it took a little more of him than usual. “Issy, oh my God!” Aiden grinned from ear to ear. “I- I have no excuse. I mean, I never thought you’d be in town still. As in... the city, I mean, let alone– What are you doing in Lanford, even?”

[aiden-brady]

katyakennedy:

“What, you don’t wanna marry me? After everything we’ve been through?” she said, feigning an offended expression. “And here I thought we were in love.” She shook her head, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Also, I’d make a pretty damn great impression of Aiden Brady, excuse you. You forget that I have some experience acting. I could fool them into thinking I’m you with the power of makeup. They won’t even notice I’m a foot shorter.”

“Sorry, honey. I don’t want to hurt you, and we both know your love for me is just your love for my Tesla car. It’s okay, I won’t blame you, but it’s always good to accept the truth,” Aiden responded, shamelessly following the joke for a little longer. He smacked his lips in disbelief. “Yeah, right, Miss Academy Award – I doubt you could be as cool as me. The only person who I’d trust and would accurately play me, would be nobody else but Leo DiCaprio. Maybe Matt Damon. Until then, keep dreaming.”

[aiden-brady]

dani-hayes:

“No, it’s just like a fancy blackberry-looking thing that’s used in food. They’re really good. I mean, technically they are toxic…” She paused for dramatic effect before laughing. “But only if you eat them raw, and this has elderberry syrup, which has been cooked. If you die, it’s not the berries’ fault”

Aiden frowned, his eyes stuck on his drink that now was starting to look a little more appealing, though equally strong as before. “Humans are so stupid,” he mused out loud, “I mean, who in the world stands there, behind a bar or something and pours this toxic thing into a glass and is like ‘hmm, I hope I don’t die’ and then they died and the second person was like ‘okay, let’s cook it and see if it works’ –Like... how do these discoveries happen?”

[aiden-brady]

edcnbaskin:

“Is that right?” Eden said with a laugh as she eyed the bartender and motioned to bring one for her as well. “All we want is to please our guests, of course. Though I wouldn’t start telling all my friends about ordering the wrong drink just to get free ones. Not that you look like the kind of person who would do that, right?”

“I don’t? Why? Is it that you think I don’t have any friends to tell them about this? Because you’re certainly... right,” Aiden joked, though it wasn’t too far from reality. “At least not many of them would come to this kind of bar. No offense.”

[aiden-brady]

brick-nooks:

“Oh, come on. It’s not so bad. It goes down smooth enough.” NIck took another shot but the sour look on her face and the chill down her spine belied her previous statement, “Yes, Coke and vodka. The poor man’s Pérignon. Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”

“Smooth enough,” Aiden repeated for himself, a scoff escaping him involuntarily. “Coke and vodka sounds like... Like it would be like coke but diluted in alcohol– Fine. Coke’s in the fridge, yes?”

[levis-missing-fingers]

[aiden-brady]

absolutelyannaparker:

“Probably.” Anna said, laughing softly. For once it was a real laugh, even if it wasn’t much. “Normal gin is weak. This? This will have you stumbling around in no time.”

“Then consider me weak,” Aiden said, putting the drink back on the counter. “Stumbling and tumbling– and I don’t feel like doing a backflip just about now,” he joked, though with a legit serious face. “Seriously, though. Is this even legal in the States?”

[aiden-brady]

sam-or-whatever:

“That would lead to the kind of death called obesity. I think you’re talking about ice cream. But that’s not inherently better, just perhaps more socially acceptable, but if you wanna amp up your chances, try pouring schnapps on some Häagen-Dazs. Does this mean you won’t be having a second drink?”

“Not if you work out hard enough,” he challenged, and tried to take another sip. His tongue seemed numb to it by now and though it burned down his throat, Aiden didn’t cringe half as bad as the first time. “Okay, okay– schnapps and Häagen-Dazs sounds like something I would enjoy, unlike... this,” he said, looking at the drink in his hand. “I don’t know. Can I just... Can I just finish the first one?”

[aiden-brady]

ezrathorpe:

    “Not really trying for making you feel anything. You a Kool-Aid drinker or what, can’t handle a beer?”

“Beer is all I drink actually, but... this taste nothing like it.”

[aiden-brady]

cassandrawarren:

“First of all, who says freaking? Or even freaking saint? What are you trying to help Kimye with their third child’s name?” The blonde’s cup inches from her lips, raising her tamed brow toward him. 

“I say freaking. Be grateful I didn’t say fudge instead of fuck. Yes, I’m capable of saying that too, I just choose not to,” Aiden defended himself with the same pride and cockiness he usually spoke with. “Kimye don’t need my help, though I’d be grateful to offer if they asked.”

[aiden-brady]

warrenkenna:

                           “Or that guy’s piss. Keep drinking, I’m not giving away my secret.”

“Sorry, K. I’m doing this for your own good. I don’t want you to get charged with murder,” he said as he spilled his drink outside the window, into a little flower pot. “I’ll take the blame on the flowers’ death. Don’t worry.”