#booker@aedan

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Booker came back to their cozy hide out after tying up a few loose ends regarding information and such. He’d decided to take some initiative today, pushing his schedule forward and clearing their ever so organized hunter itinerary so that his partner could have a calm, peaceful birthday. It’s the main reason why he’d decided to go ahead and pull out a few extra stops to score himself a nice, comfortable lake side cabin just a few miles from the city. The sun was shinning, they were stress free and without worry, and after slaving over that three tier Guinness cake he had some how managed to make in secret for Aedan, he was just about to pass out for a little bit before going back into town to pick up a few more party supplies and favors. It took a few strings, calling in a few connections here and there, but Aedan was worth it. Opening the door to their cabin, he walked in to find the other casually hanging around as usual and offered him a smile. “Didya enjoy yer surprise?” he asked, trying to keep his curiosity at bay as to not seem too eager.

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“Bailey over ice.” Booker said, waving off the bartender and taking a long drag from his cigarette. His coat was damp with rain, and his hair was in no better shape. The blond’s curls lost their color in the dim lighting of the bar, looking somber and bleached at best. He ran a bandaged hand through his hair and breathed a small, private sigh of relief. No fae’s or vampires to deal with, just rain and silhouettes of men and women going about their day despite the weather. He was just being paranoid right? It’s been a long, bad day, with stress all around, it’s perfectly normal for a man like Booker to feel a little paranoid every once in a while. Despite his own self reassurances, he still kept a hand trained on the knife strapped to his belt and the hidden arsenal within his jacket. It was habit, something he picked up in his training, no matter how safe you thought you were, It was better to be sure than dead. Grabbing a random towel from the counter top, Booker wrung any excess water from the tips of his hair and threw it to the side, turning to his right so he could distract himself with some friendly conversation. “One hell of a storm out, huh?”