#w. monixoconnor

[aidanbishop]

with: @monixoconnor location: his kennedy's downtown apt when: mid-january, early afternoon

"Yeah, well, you can tell her to fuck off --" Aidan's phone was wedged between his shoulder and ear, an overstuffed bag of takeout dangling in one hand while he sorted through his keys with the other. His mouth was open, mid-scoff when he stopped a few steps short of Kennedy's apartment, the sight of an unexpectedly familiar face lurking by the door making him freeze. Huh. "I'll call you back," he muttered, catching his phone as he let it slip from his shoulder, ending the call while continuing on his approach. "Small world," Aidan quipped to Moni, as if it wasn't obvious she was there for his cousin, a small smile playing at his lips. Moving in front of her, he unlocked the door and stepped inside, no direct invitation given, but letting the door swing open as he went felt like enough of a signal for her to follow. "Ken!" He shouted, like there was a chance she just hadn't heard Moni knocking or was maybe ignoring her, but honestly, Aidan didn't know her schedule, and it was likely Kennedy was still working. Maybe one day he'd figure out what that entailed... Keys clattered as he set his things on the dining table, glancing back towards the bedrooms before his gaze turned to Moni. "You can hang and wait on her, if you want."

[aidanbishop]

with: @monixoconnor location: winter holiday market when: dec 15, early afternoon

Aidan would be the first to admit that he was into some pretty shitty music. He had a taste for anything that was loud and disruptive, lyrics near-indecipherable without the aid of a quick Genius search. Shitty Christmas carols, however, were an entirely different beast, and he was finding that out firsthand. He hadn't planned to stick around for long, gravitating towards the gazebo when he'd spotted the nearby hot chocolate stand, but once he'd heard those first wretched notes of Jingle Bell Rock... well. How could anybody walk away from an active car crash?

It was so bad that he almost expected a stage hook to appear out of thin air and yank the poor crooner away from the mic. Was the guy drunk? Did he have no friends? He looked like he was having a good time with it, at least, which was why Aidan hardly tried to stifle his own amusement, biting his tongue only to keep himself from laughing. A snorting chuckle eventually slipped out, though, triggered by a painful high note, and he tried to play it off as a cough, head turning towards his shoulder, which was when he realized he'd been caught. He cleared his throat and shook his head, commenting lowly to the other, "I think he might be high on a little more than just the Christmas spirit..."

[aidanbishop]

with: @monixoconnor location: the garden when: mar 17, after 9pm

Aidan was dead on his feet, slouched back in the first chair that he could find, and immediately chowing down on a basket of pub fries that was offered to him. For a while there, he'd had his doubts that he'd even make it back to the Garden, the turbulent party bus ride making him want to upchuck the entire contents of his stomach, but he'd persevered. Getting home later tonight... well, that would be an issue for later. Because right now, he was sinking lower in his seat, listening to the live music, and catching sight of Moni. "Hey!" he called out, head tipping to the side and a hand lazily stretching in her direction before she could pass him by. Aidan's face scrunched while one of his eyes squinted shut, declaring after a beat, "You don't look drunk enough for it to be St. Paddy's day."