Finding His Friends

[Aiden Finnegan]

“Must not be much of a reader, this Nox,” Aiden noted the stranger still hadn’t named himself, “Might as well show him the movies while you’re at it. I’m sure this fellow would shit his pants if he hears is name being yelled while some Brit waves a stick around.” He smirked at the stranger. Yes, if he could get the man to lower his defenses a little, he might get that name.

                “You’re only a few hours away then, not bad. I could have a driver come collect you, but I might as well make the trip there if Nox is going to be of any help to me. I assume my little phone call will wind up extending its self to many others, and inevitably a face-to-face meeting. Why not get it out of the way now? So long as I am not imposing. I’d hate to show up and be turned away if this Nox doesn’t want me showing up so suddenly. I have a condo in Moscow; I wouldn’t mind relocating for a few days to the city. Lord knows Dimitri can handle everything here while I’m gone,” Aiden spoke smoothly, the Cuban drifting to his lips every so often. He took a long gulp of his watered-down whiskey.

                If anything, this little trip would push Dimitri into finally finding a groundskeeper. It had been a month since Aiden asked and that was the one thing Dimitri had problems with. Well, someone had to watch the house, and that someone would be Dimitri. He hated being tied down, so trapping him here for the week might make him see reason.

                “How do you all feel about dogs? I would just hate leaving Lasher behind,” Aiden asked the stranger, giving him a very warm smile.