Starting up a vintage record on his prized gramophone, one that, up until this evening, he’d kept locked away in a chest whenever Coralie would visit, the chronomancer carefully allowed for the needle to drop with the kind of meticulousness best left for a delicate embroidery than a proverbial asura jukebox of yesteryear.
While he tried to not keep secrets from his Mesmer Collective partner, he didn’t necessarily share much either. His love for old classics was something he shared with no one, not since his other two partners in crime when it came to their taste in music (and friendship in general) were no longer around.
Back when they were young mesmeric arts students within the Collective’s elite academy, Aiden secretly enjoyed listening to the old records with his best friends David and Blair. Most people thought they were cooler than that, and likely fans of more underground, edgy music.
But no, they loved the classics. From the Rolling Rocks to the Alley Charrs , the Superiors to the Flaxseed Five. They even owned Buck Berry records, and the elusive Fountainscious track which earned Blair her ‘Buttercup’ moniker. An evening spent smoking a joint and listening to the grooves of their grandparents’ generation was their regular Friday or Saturday party time, unbeknownst to most.
Aiden’s favorite group was The Beetletunes. But tonight? While he prepared a feast for Coralie’s dinner? Nah, he went with The Roulettes. A certain tune, no less.
(( The Ronettes’ Be My Baby ))
As soon as the sultry, familiar drum beat kicked in, the man grabbed some tongs and continued searing a perfectly marinated steak, the sprigs of rosemary waiting to serve as garnish while garlic-seasoned asparagus roasted in the oven. When it came time to chop some zucchini, he even belted out a chorus or two.
As for cocktails? Virgin cherry mojitos.
“It won’t go with the tiramisu I bought at Denton’s. But hey....”
(( @lipstickmirage ))
