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Drunken words are sober thoughts. What can I get you today? The Artful Dodger. Aiden Winslow. 28. Pansexual. He/His. Ship's Bartender. The Magician.

[ingridhvwk]

one bottle to go | lis + aiden

[ingridhvwk]

She stared at the bottle for a moment, weighing the pros and cons, before she reached out and took it, Even if she didn’t drink much more, it was at least a show of solidarity. A shrug rolled of her shoulders with his bland response to the question. “We could all be doing better, don’t you think.” And with that she took another sip, this time more prepared for it to burn down the back of her throat. She wasn’t going be getting drunk by any means, that was completely out of the question. In fact two drinks was likely enough for the night. She handed the bottle back to him quickly.

“You should, you should stick to saying ‘I’m fine’.” She wondered if he would take the statement as a joke, or become upset. Such responses had become hard to predict as she spent less time talking to people, real people. A silence stretched out in front of them, as she had no idea what to possibly say to this man. He was awfully calm for the scene she had caused before, but maybe what ever was on his mind weighed him down. People didn’t often go places alone with a bottle of liquor for no reason. “If, if you want to tell me what’s wrong, you can, but- but you don’t have to.“

[aidenwinslow]

“Touché,” Aiden pointed a finger up in the air, giving that to her. No one ever thinks they’re going by just fine, everyone always seem to want more. And now it seems as if he was the one struggling with their conversation, watching her drink the bottle before reaching over to take it back. “Yeah, ‘I’m fine’ is always the easiest way to go, lie or not, advice taken,” he chuckled lifting up the bottle as he stared at it. Jack Daniel’s Sinatra Select, he had this bottle kept for quite awhile, 45%, the strongest he had, saving it for an occasion. And well, this is the occasion. He swirled the bottle, watching the golden liquid slosh around inside, probably the one thing that’s gonna save him from losing his mind tonight.

If felt like the roles have been reversed, but he still took note of the situation she was in. A hand went up to rub his temples as he sighed, he didn’t like doing this, he didn’t like saying anything about this. He don’t even know which ‘this’ is, whether to tell Elisabeth about his mother or Carson. Whatever it was, he was going to need a lot more alcohol before he could really say. Aiden tilted the bottle up, taking long gulps as a third of the bottle was gone, waiting for the alcohol to kick into his brain. The mind numbing effect really helps with bad decisions. He didn’t even really know this girl, but maybe that’s what makes it easier. “My mother left me for dead years ago and now wants me to help her get out of her money problem, so now I’m just downing this bottle as a big fuck you to her,” That was surprisingly easy to say. He even managed a grin, passing the bottle back. It almost felt good to let it out verbally. Carson was a whole other mix in this shit hole, not something he was ready to talk about yet. 

[ingridhvwk]

one bottle to go | lis + aiden

[ingridhvwk]

She took the bottle, holding it with both hands. Its label was much easier to stare at than making eye contact with Aiden. “I’m fine.” What a thought,  f i n e. It would have been a relief to be fine, but for now she could lie. Such things were easier when she was sure Henri was asleep, there was no chance for him to come up behind her and ruin the moment. He looked like his mind was a million miles away, and who was she to try and burden people with the mess that she’d created. She looked away from the bottle and out to see the sky again. “I’m, better.” After all she wasn’t crying, so it was an improvement.

She raised the bottle to her lips, taking a sip and letting it burn down her throat. One drink wasn’t going to ruin anything, and hopefully it would put Aiden at ease. It was a small sip, she had no intention of getting drunk, but  still made her cough, the sound weak and spluttering. She tried to cover it with a smile, holding the bottle back out to him. “How are you?”

[aidenwinslow]

He wasn’t expecting much of a reply, considering how she closed off fairly quickly, and it didn’t come as a surprised with the most generic fine. Aiden silently shrugged and leaned back into the chair, pulling an arm behind his head as he looked up to the sky with her. But he heard her say again, say something else, and it brought a sense of relief to him as he pulled his gaze back to her with a grin, “Better is good.” He laughed as she coughed a little, “Sorry, that’s pretty strong stuff, didn’t warn you before. Best not to drink too much at one go.” 

He took back the bottle as the question was passed back together with it, “I’m good.” The answer came too immediate and natural, the blatant lie said with ease, his tone and posture casual enough to slip through with it. But whenever he closed his eyes for more than a second, the imaged of Carson on that staged floods back. What really gave him away was probably him gulping the bottle. He didn’t like telling the truth either, but if he wanted her to be honest, he can’t be a hypocrite about it. “Well, I could be doing better.” He wasn’t sure what else to say, passing the bottle back over to see if she’d like anymore.

[braveryheaton-blog]

Avery picked up the pretty pink drink and clinked it with the supposed bartender. Or Chaplin. Or random guy who had snuck behind the bar and was now giving out mystery drinks. “Thank you kindly, sir,” she said before taking a sip. It was good too, in that it was clearly made by someone that knew what they were doing and not warm and in a can. “You’ll have to be more specific though. There’re a lot of pretty blonds going around singin’ country songs. Even I’ve got a tendency to sing a few, though you’d be pressed to find anyone with darker hair’en me.”

[aidenwinslow]

She caught him off guard with the question, with only so much of a hint he was given, even he didn’t know. “Well if I was more specific, I’d be doing the work for you. There are only so many blondies singing country really, and I take a guess that that may be your expertise, Chris?” He downed his drink pretty quickly before he shrugged, “Country is not big to my knowledge I’m afraid, I won’t be able to help you any further but pour you more drinks and listen to your sins.”

[aidenwinslow]

Friends don’t hold each other like that | Aiden and Emi

@emilianamarshall

There was only ever two times Aiden ever had this feeling of losing Carson Sawyer for good, the day she walked away from him and his life four years ago, and now, her standing at that stage, eyes swimming across the sea of people staring at her, like the world paused for a second for her decision. With that second up, the screams started and he immediately got out from behind the bar, pushing past all the idiots just stood there, hoping to make it in time. But all he got was a front row seat as she swiped the blade once more that sealed her fate. And somehow he became one of those idiots standing there frozen. Just memorising her face before she fell, eyes empty never once glancing his way that night as she continued her binge on whiskey. He climbed onto the stage, still having that hope of saving her, holding down the bleeding and getting the blood out of her pooling mouth, but he probably just made a mess of her, as he always did.

Why? Why would she do that? This was Carson they’re talking about, he had known her for so long, he knew she’d never do that to herself, he knew her. But then again, she thought she knew him too. Guilt had always been eating him from inside for years, but it accelerated that feeling as he knelt beside her body, her blood on his hands and arms. She wouldn’t do this to herself, was it suicide, or murder? The thought made him panic, backing away as other medics tended to her growing cold body and frantically searching for one person in mind. Anything could probably happen to anyone and he needed to see her, he definitely did not think he could handle losing her too. Too many faces in the room, none of them hers, it wasn’t until Aiden turned a bend to the emptier hallways outside the ballroom when she came in his sight, “Em.” He tried to give her a hug, without getting blood on her from his forearms, “Thank god you’re okay, are you okay?” He whispered backing away to look at her, not even sure if she saw the scene or he just freaked her out with the blood on him.

[ingridhvwk]

one bottle to go | lis + aiden

[ingridhvwk]

She felt herself shrink as the footsteps approached instead of dissipating, as if there was a way for her to look less threatening sitting in the laid-back chair. She didn’t own the pool, but certainly hadn’t expected to have to share the area for very long. It took a moment for her to look at the bottle of whiskey, and then at the person who greeted her. The bartender, Aiden. She’d probably ruined the start of the cruise for him with her awful conversation. The cardinal rule was ‘no crying in public’, yet there she’d been eyes blurry and chin quivering on the very first day.

At first she wondered if he was somehow joking, and planning on walking away. She wouldn’t have wanted another conversation with the girl who cried on a cruise. Yet, there he was, still in front of her. She waited for a moment to make sure this wasn’t a mistake, but he smiled right at her, even if it was small. Her own face lit up slightly at the possibility he didn’t hold the event against her, although it was unlikely.

“I don’t, really drink.” She never had, it just wasn’t very appealing to her. Even at social events, she barely touched more that half a glass of anything. It didn’t seem right to turn down the white flag, after all she didn’t have to take the whole bottle. “But, I guess a small glass. Right?”

[aidenwinslow]

Seeing that she didn’t get up and walk away from him, he took that as a good sign and sat down on the seat next to hers. “Sometimes people really need them for a temporary solution,” A finger pointed at himself as he proceeded to open the bottle, his mind already aching to forget so much just for the night. “I, uh, didn’t get glasses though, didn’t think I’d be meeting anyone else up here,” Aiden muttered apologetically, before taking a quick sip straight from the bottle, letting the liquid burn down his throat and do the rest of the work. He was already planning the down the bottle, but having some company would be nice.

He glanced up to Elisabeth, reaching the bottle over to offer her some, carefully looking at her state, which actually seems a lot better than he was, and he took it that they were both good at hiding it, but alas tonight, was the night he let go of hiding it for a while. “How are you?” He managed out a question of concern, keeping his distance this time, learning from their last encounter.

[ingridhvwk]

one bottle to go | lis + aiden

@aidenwinslow

As more time passed, Elisabeth found that nights on the ship were nicer than days. There had never been a chance for her to sleep at night, except for random, unpatterned nights that had finally start to come. She’d had no such experience on the ship yet, allowing for  her to learn corridors and areas uninterrupted. All the passengers were neatly tucked away in their own rooms, keeping away from any disastrous conversations that she might provide them with. Every place took on its own tone at night when there was no one to disturb it. The pool deck was one of her fast favorites. With a blanket from the suite tucked around her, she could lean back on one of the lounge chairs and let the world spin by.

Most of the time she found herself looking up at the stars. She’d never been a scientist but back at school she’d taken a fair share of astronomy courses, allowing her to see more than just a random barrage of lights when she looked up at the sky. It was calming for a little while, until she remembered the boy who’d sat next to her in all those classes and helped her make sense of it all. Dalton was just another person lost in the catacombs, another person she’d murdered. And then the stars weren’t so calming, yet she couldn’t tear herself away from them.

This particular night brought her back to the same chair and the same thoughts. Blanket wrapped around her shoulders, she was leaned back, gazing up at all those stars. She wondered if there would ever be a time when her thoughts wouldn’t immediately wander to Paris. If the time came, she didn’t know if she would be relieved or disgusted with herself. For now, she tried to cling to the better part of the stars, to a happier memory, even if she didn’t deserve it. She could hear footsteps approaching, but silently hoped it was just one of the late night crew checking to make sure everything was in order.

[aidenwinslow]

One night off shift, more than anything Aiden could've asked for, really. The bartender from the deck took over for him until he had to go back for the closing shift. Mostly because he seemed like he was in a bad mood today. He actually was, really. Fuming almost. But it wasn't worth it. He wanted to talk about it with Em, with her the only one that knows but with her still working, he'd rather not burden her with his problems. In the end, he took a bottle of whisky and walked it off, dousing whatever that's fuming up inside him with the alcohol.

He found himself walking rounds on the deck, filling his lungs with the sea breeze was surprisingly helpful. Event though he listened to so many people's problems and gave them advice, he can't even solve his own, it was embarrassing. He thought the problem would've disappeared by now after so many years of not thinking about it, but this mother of course had the cheek to call him that morning. He changed his number and family name thinking it would keep his distance from her but guess that didn't work. What would work though, is this bottle and a quiet night to not think about anything.

Aiden strolled to the pool, seeing the place empty and dark with only the dim lights in the pool giving the water a small glow. And maybe with Remy gone, he could sit around wherever he liked. Approaching the seats, he noticed a small figured huddled up on one of the seats, maybe they'd need some company too, but he soon realised who it was and stopped in his tracks. He wasn't sure if she even wanted to see him after last time, he practically kept his distance during that dinner event, seeing.. him with her. Maybe she'd get away from him again, or maybe she was having a bad day too. Just like his problems, he didn't know what to do regarding her. Whatever it is, his day was pretty fucked up already, can't get any worse if he tried. "One bottle of whisky to-go, miss?" Aiden placed the bottle down on the table beside her and greeted her with a small smile.

[ingridhvwk]

aidenwinslow:

As she pulled her hand away, he saw a scar, a huge circular one right smack in the center of her hand. He didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed it before but it was the only thing his eyes could focus on now before her hands disappeared from his sight. Was that him? Aiden would like to think so, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to let his imagination think up of how that even got there in the first place. His eyes continue to trace down to her hands even after hiding behind the bar. What did she mean help how? “There’s always some way to help, something to do.” They can’t just do nothing now can they? He sat at that house for one week straight with letters of eviction and bills doing nothing after his mother just left him for dead and that didn’t help him at all. 

Aiden watched her pulling herself away, helpless at stopping her from breaking down. “Why would it be your fault? I wanted to know, it really is fine.” He sighed, still looking at her becoming a broken girl, “You know, we bartenders hear a lot of stories from a lot of people, but we never tell a soul. It’s like a unsaid contract, you tell us your problems, we try and help you feel better and you’re off on your way.” Though he doubt this was a matter of drowning her sorrows and giving her motivational words from their book of motivational quotes to drunkards. 

Elisabeth started backing away even more, and he took his own step back, lifted his hands up to surrender, “Okay you know what? If you feel that’s what’s best as of now, I can’t force you. But hey, just know that if you ever need it.. I’m here, behind this bar, ready to serve you your next glass,” Sounding defeated, he took back her glass and shrugged, “You don’t have to bottle up everything alone.” Aiden rarely reached out to help other people unless they came to him, but in her case, she looked like she could use a lil’.

All the answers to his questions were on the tip of her tongue. She didn’t even know if she needed to start in Paris; Marseilles had been a new circle of hell unto itself. He didn’t really want to know the kind of person Henri was, who ever wanted to be told there was a monster in their midst? And yet he was still talking, still asking. His eyes kept moving down and away from her face, and she followed his vision to her left hand. Her first instinct was always that people were looking t the engagement ring, wondering why her, why it was so expensive. But he’d already seen that and it hadn’t made much of an impact. Then it hit.

In the lounge light, her scar looked dark and more hideous than she remembered. Clean through, luckily no nerve damage, a permanent mark of her failure. It was awful. If she hadn’t looked at it every day for a year, she might have stared too. What did he think it was from? What normal scenario could possibly cause such a scar? Henri had come up with stories for her, they all slipped her mind the moment someone asked her to tell. She pulled her sweater sleeve down to cover it completely from his vision, her whole body starting to tremor from the memory.

“It, it’s for the b-best. Please.” She started to the exit, the door was a daunting task, this was the closest she’d been to safe in so long, yet she had to leave. She had to return to wandering the halls and hoping that she wouldn’t repeat this incident. Glancing back to the bar one more time, the look of concern on Aiden’s face crushed her, he couldn’t possibly want to see her again and relieve such an emotion. She couldn’t think of anything to say, so she just shoved open the door and slipped back out into the crowds.

[florenceurtis-blog]

“That’s an awfully flowery speech for a bartender such as yourself, Aiden. Are you sure your true calling isn’t an eleventh grade English teacher?” Flo quipped as she sat down, looking over the specialty drink menu for something that caught her eye. “All these drinks sound delightful but I think to make it through tonight I’m going to need something a little stronger.” She gave him a small, almost sad smile. “I’ll just take a glass of whiskey.”

[aidenwinslow]

“I might burn the school on my first day, too much risk.” Aiden grinned to the familiar face coming by. He eyed her looking through their menu, waiting to see what she’d like. He had been watching her alcohol intake that night, cautious of how much he was giving her. “Aw, you don’t want to see me mix drinks tonight huh?” he grumbled the best he could, already losing whatever acting skills he had for a Chaplain as he pulled out a glass and poured the whiskey, “ But you’re only getting one glass.”

[braveryheaton-blog]

“See now, that’s a god I can get behind,” she said, watching him mix her a drink. She’d always been a cheap beer and liquor kind of girl, but what the hell, maybe Chris liked cocktails. Avery shot him a somber look, leaning over the bar like she was telling him something private. “I do have a couple sins, Chaplain, I gotta say. You see, I’ve got a… thing for Princess Leia cosplayers. It’s almost a habit really. I’ve… had relations with at least six now.” She hung her head in shame. “But I figure if I catch this killer that’s been running about, maybe I’ll be absolved of my sins.”

[aidenwinslow]

“Join the cause, we hold masses to share wine every Sunday,” Aiden grinned to her, not exactly sure of her real name but he’ll take it as Chris for now. “Well that is one sin, thank you for your confession. And perhaps you may get your redemption on that.” He strained the mix into two small glasses and pushed one of the Country Thymes towards her, “I heard that this sinner has a particular fancy to the country singer. You know, the pretty blonde one. Well, not the other one, that blonde one.” He lifted his glass for a toast, the whole event was already paid, he could probably sneak a glass for himself. There were plenty of pretty blonde ones actually and he honestly has doubts if he even has the right person in mind. 

[braveryheaton-blog]

“Ain’t you holy types supposed to warn us normal folks off booze?” Avery said, a smile plastered on her face. She absolutely adored things like this, despite how cheesy it all was. But it was fun, and Avery rarely got a chance to bust out any real acting chops on the show. She set her shoulders back, trying to look broader and more manly, turning up the southern drawl as high as she could take it. “Chris Constable, cruise security, how do you do?”

[aidenwinslow]

Aiden looked up to the woman who was trying very hard at a southern accent and seeing her made him chuckle at her attempt. It wasn’t bad, it was just amusing really. “Well miss, depends on which holy one we’re talking about. I for one am a Chaplain for our lord and saviour Dionysus, the god of alcohol. We believe in its power of cleansing the soul. Baptism is even with alcohol.” He was basically just bullshitting his way at this point, mixing a quick cocktail for her, “I am Chaplain Love, a pleasure to meet you Chris. should you ever require to.. confess your sins, I'll be hear to listen." He offered her the glass, before leaning forward, the side of his lip tugged up, "But the gods are angry over the events tonight, very angry."

[ingridhvwk]

She pulled away from his touch on instinct, dropping her hands into her lap. This was a bad bad idea, she should have known from the moment she started crying. It’d taken a record amount of time for her to drag another person into this awful mess. He wanted to help; the statement made her shoulders shake with sobs. “Help how?” Her voice was woefully sad; even if it was possible for her to look him in the eyes and tell him every awful thing her fiancé did, what was he going to do about it? They were on a cruise, filled with innocent bystanders. Henri wouldn’t hurt her, he’d hurt everyone else.

“Th-there’s nothing to do.” She couldn’t look at Aiden, tears still rolling down her cheeks. She had to leave, she had to hope no one had heard their conversation. “I-It’s my, fault.” She couldn’t even think of ways for him to help, only ways for him to get hurt. “I should have never told, never told you.” Burdening another person with such information, putting another life in danger, it was just so selfish of her. “Okay.” She slid off the bar stool, standing further away from him so that he couldn’t try to reach for her again. Her eyes were wide, still brimming with tears; her face was pale, and hand shaking. “Okay?”

[aidenwinslow]

As she pulled her hand away, he saw a scar, a huge circular one right smack in the center of her hand. He didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed it before but it was the only thing his eyes could focus on now before her hands disappeared from his sight. Was that him? Aiden would like to think so, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to let his imagination think up of how that even got there in the first place. His eyes continue to trace down to her hands even after hiding behind the bar. What did she mean help how? “There’s always some way to help, something to do.” They can’t just do nothing now can they? He sat at that house for one week straight with letters of eviction and bills doing nothing after his mother just left him for dead and that didn’t help him at all. 

Aiden watched her pulling herself away, helpless at stopping her from breaking down. “Why would it be your fault? I wanted to know, it really is fine.” He sighed, still looking at her becoming a broken girl, “You know, we bartenders hear a lot of stories from a lot of people, but we never tell a soul. It’s like a unsaid contract, you tell us your problems, we try and help you feel better and you’re off on your way.” Though he doubt this was a matter of drowning her sorrows and giving her motivational words from their book of motivational quotes to drunkards. 

Elisabeth started backing away even more, and he took his own step back, lifted his hands up to surrender, “Okay you know what? If you feel that’s what’s best as of now, I can’t force you. But hey, just know that if you ever need it.. I’m here, behind this bar, ready to serve you your next glass,” Sounding defeated, he took back her glass and shrugged, “You don’t have to bottle up everything alone.” Aiden rarely reached out to help other people unless they came to him, but in her case, she looked like she could use a lil’.

[aidenwinslow]

“Come to thee by the bar! Clean your sins and repent in thy holy water, our lord and saviour of alcohol goodness will give thou hope ..and... all that jazz.” Aiden tried to get himself in the mood of the game having been slapped a sticker for being Chaplain, wearing his glasses and trying to look a bit more.. holy. It was so strange, and highly amusing for him to be some holy religious presence but he’ll roll with it. As much as he could while still working at the bar. He’s kinda stuck here right now, making our lord and saviour alcohol offerings, so hopefully people come up to him instead. 

[ingridhvwk]

His hand felt heavy on her shoulder, weighing her down with the ability to talk at all, let alone lie. She tried to shrug him off, but it was a weak attempt. It didn’t matter if she wanted to be with Henri or not, every attempt to leave either trapped her more or put other people in danger. She exhaled softly, her voice weak with sadness “It, d-doesn’t matter.” Just saying that made her heart tighten in her chest. As if she could just throw away the only chance she had to tell someone what was wrong. She took another sip of water before trying to continue. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Her eyes met his for a brief moment before she looked back down. “I’m sorry.” Tears started blurring her vision again, “I shouldn’t have bothered you.“

[aidenwinslow]

Aiden immediately removed his hand when she tried to shrug him off, still cautious with her. This is the first in a while that he didn’t know what to do. He was being caught off guard with this whole situation, he don’t even know what the situation really is, since she’s not talking. “It does matter, why wouldn’t it?” He learnt it the hard way that most of the time, it’s every man for themselves. Not everyone’s gonna just help everyone, but some people needed it more than others. And she looked liked she really needed some.

Elisabeth started apologising profusely and he immediately responded without hesitation, “No you should have, thank you.” She may not have technically shared with him anything but she hinted at certain things, and that probably took a lot in her to do it already. Aiden did not enjoy the look on her face when she finally glanced back up at him, eyes sad and scared. “Hey, Elisabeth? Look at me,”He tried one more time, lightly touching her hand that wrapped around the glass, “I’m gonna help you, I want to help. But I need to know what’s wrong.”

[emilianamarshall-blog]

Not-So-Virgin Cocktails | Emi & Aiden

[emilianamarshall-blog]

“Of course not, you should now that by now and hey! Don’t roll your eyes at me.” She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face like it belonged there. Of course if you asked Emiliana, she’d tell you that when it came to Aiden it did belong there, but that was mostly incomprehensible emotions talking. “Ten minutes? I guess I can wait that long but only ‘cause I missed you.” 

Emi laughed, enjoying the feeling of warmth rise from her stomach as she did so. “Does anyone actually do that on their lunch break? I always thought that was a myth. What a waste of their time.” She shook her head, still grinning. “I guess we’re just going to have to make up for all those people that bother to eat lunch, aren’t we?”

She shook off the feeling of butterflies she got from the little hand squeeze and leaned back in her chair to continue sipping her drink. Doing exactly as he said, she let herself blatantly stare at his ass as he moved about the bar, from customer to customer. By the time he got back to her she had barely one sip left in her glass. “I think it’s best if I don’t get drunk on the clock, what would you do on your lunch break if I got fired?” She watched the couple leave as she downed the last half sip of her margarita and raised an eyebrow as he checked his watch. “Ready to go?”

[aidenwinslow]

“What would I do if you never missed me then? You’ll never be able to wait.” Aiden unconsciously returned the smile to her, she was making it almost impossible to not kiss her there and then. But he managed to pull away from her to attend to the other customers, rolling his eyes once more over the lunch comment just to annoy her, “And if we’re making up for all the lunch eaters, we’ll be making up for them for a long, long time.”

He cleared the glasses around the bar as they waited, “I’ll grab actual lunch, and meet you for breakfast instead.” Having the bar only open later at noon was definitely a plus, mornings were definitely not his favourite time of the day. Twelve minutes, they took, it was close enough. Walking over to Em as the couple got up to leave, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “You have no idea how distracting you are to me, do you?” Aiden went off to lock the doors and place the sign, “Out For Lunch”. It felt almost natural to be doing this during lunch, Em and him, but it was always just physical, they never got around talking about anything else and a part of him was glad about that, and the other part wished they did. He turned back to her, pulling her into a gentle kiss, “I missed you too.” His lips lingering as he murmured, letting her decide this time, “Where?”

[ingridhvwk]

It always felt like she was on the verge of nervous tears, but when he leaned in to make eye contact with her, something cracked. She couldn’t help it, tears started rolling down her face. In the past year, he was the only person who’d asked her opinion, who wanted to know if she was okay. She kept trying to wipe them away with her sweater sleeve, but more tears just kept falling. He couldn’t know what happened, his life was on the line. No one wanted to die for strangers and she couldn’t handle another person fighting for her. What could  she say to explain the situation?

She didn’t shake her head either way, waiting for her crying to stop, or at lest slow. It took a few moments of focus before she could open her eyes without tears immediately forming. At that point he didn’t really need an answer did he. “Hh-he, he-” A pause for a deep breath, “loves m-me.” Yet she was barely able to say it, eyes still watery.

[aidenwinslow]

When she started to cry he wasn’t sure if did the right thing pressing at the issue. He hesitantly reached over to place a hand on her shoulder hoping to comfort her as she let it out. He still didn’t get the full picture but if she was being hurt by whoever this was, he couldn’t just let her go and continue to make drinks with a smile slapped on his face. Looking at way she broke down, it had to bad, really bad. He wasn’t sure if he wanted his imagination to think up of the worst possible scenarios. Aiden stayed silent as she cried, pulling out a few serviettes from under the bar and nudged it towards her. “It’s okay, I’m here,” he whispered, eyes darting one more time around the empty bar. He felt the need for her to be alone while she cried out.

The sobs and the tears lessen with time, but were never completely gone. At least words started to form again and it made his chest tighten at the word. Love, it’s always the problem with love. “And you?” He asked, not really sure he’d even get and answer, but he’ll have to try, “Do you want to be with him?”

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But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn’t I, my dear?

[aidenwinslow]

Aiden Winslow // fast facts

— basics;;

name : Aiden Lyall Winslow

alias ( nicknames ) : Rarely anyone calls me Lyall.

age : 29

birthdate : 22 September

sexual orientation : Pansexual

gender identity : He/Him

zodiac sign : Virgo

religious beliefs : Christian

criminal record : Theft as a minor, and well, I got smarter with my ways, the public didn't.

occupation/major : Bartender on board The Sapphire

— physical appearance;;

eye color : I've got some blue eyes on this face.

hair colour : I like to try and embrace the brunette

height : 5’11

build: I work out a fair bit to keep in shape, nothing too extreme.

dominant hand : Ambidextrous but Righty always has the bigger place in my heart

scars : None that didn't heal.

tattoos : None

piercings : Money had always been an issue for these things.

faceclaim : Matt Bomer

— health and wellbeing;;

phobias : Love. And change. And well, needles.

disorders : None that I know of right now.

drugs / smoke / alcohol : Drugs and Smoking are okay, but alcohol is like a therapy, the bartenders the therapist.

allergies : None Nada.

— favorites;;

color : Purple has a nice feel to it to me.

song : Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons

food : I’m not a picky eater.

drink : Give me a good whiskey straight, I also appreciate good white wine

weather : Cloudy and Windy, the best kind for a drink

season : Winter, everyone loves getting cosy and warm.

time of day : My body works the best at night, like most bartenders.

animal : I'm actually very much a cat person.

— have you ever;;

had sex : Sex is great.

kissed a boy/girl : Girl Boy, Non binary, everyone deserves some love.

smoked / drank / done drugs : One must experiment.

had a broken heart : It still is, it never really fully fix itself back together huh?

been in love : Yeah, my advice, don't do it.

stayed up for more than 24 hours : When people need to drink, people need to drink.

harmed themselves : No.

thought of suicide : No.

attempted suicide : No.

wanted to kill someone : Absolutely.

— are you;;

a virgin : Like I said, sex is great.

a cuddler : Not exactly.

a kisser : I try.

scared easily : Nah.

jealous easily : ..Sometimes.

trustworthy : You tell me, really.

single : Kinda.

in a relationship : Kinda, we said no strings attached but..

considered mean : To some, they would think so, yes.

— family;;

siblings : None.

other : Anna took care of me when I really needed someone and I’ll always be in her debt, and Leo, so gullible, but he had a kind heart.

parents : They're all dead to me.

children : none

— extra;;

hometown : New York City

current home : Technically on this boat.

alignment : Chaotic Neutral

archetype : The Magician