@gothamire said: " i'm just dealing with some things, and obviously not very well. " for aiden / prompt.
diamante's is the last place he'd expect to find himself. it's just not his scene. no offence intended, he simply prefers to be atop the roof breathing in the fresh air. spaces like this make him feel suffocated, not that he suffers from claustrophobia. he just prefers open spaces. tight ones like this make it more difficult to run away from himself. fingers tap impatiently at the table as he waits for his informant to arrive. someone with information on waltz. potentially on mia.
tongue sweeps out to wet his lips and he feels the lingering gazes on him. people watching him. nobody likes pilgrims. the rumour is that they must be the worst of the worst to favour living such a life, working for those that they do. he's smug. like these people are any better, with their dirty laundry and skeletons hiding in their closets.
from his right, a woman approaches. a waitress. she slams his drink down on the table, clearly stuck in her own head. the drink spills and drips off the edge onto his knee. " woaaaah! " aiden blurts, swiping the liquid from his leg and looking to the waitress. he rises to his feet, trying to meet his gaze.
" damn, i can't catch a break, " he jests, but reads the thunderous look on her features and back-pedals awkwardly. " i mean — it's fine, really. are you — " clears his throat, " okay? you look — " wrong phrasing, aiden, try again. " it, uh, seems like something's bothering you... " i'm just dealing with some things, and obviously not very well. " well maybe i can... help you out? i'm pretty good at solving problems. what's, um, what's on your mind? "