Machiavellianism

[Aiden Finnegan]

“Let’s go, Coop!” Aiden yelled to the front, ignoring Jaxen’s smart comments. The limo pulled away from the curb, descending once more into the thick traffic of the CCD. “Tell Nox he can grab the keys from my assistant, Dimitri,” he added to Sage.

                Aiden needed something hard if he was going to switch off the melodramatics. Lord only knew what shit Jaxen would talk if Aiden kept up with the tears and the sorrow. Oh, it was there, and he would let it all out- multiple times to be sure- but right now he needed to forget.

                Aiden crawled down the long, leather seats until he got to the minibar. Out came a chilled bottle of champagne. In a flash, he embraced the Power and removed the cork with a thin thread of Air. Foam and sparkling golden liquid sprung up from the opening and Aiden caught it all with three long-stemmed flutes. He downed one in a single gulp before refilling it and placing the bottle atop the fridge. Reworking the thread of Air, Aiden floated the two other glasses down to Sage and Jaxen. He knew Sage didn’t drink much, but they were embarking on an adventure. Time to celebrate.

                Right?

                “You know damn well this would be a completely different scene if Sage and I had decided to call it quits. For one, we wouldn’t be doing it in front of you. Second, shut up,” Aiden said with a little heat. He pulled a pack of cigarettes out from a side compartment and lit one with another thread of the Power. One of the windows went down as he took a long drag. Smoke curled from his lips and was sent straight out of the cab of the limo. Sage didn’t like the smoke, Aiden knew as much, but he needed this. Using Air again, Aiden created a simple flow to ensure that no smoke gathered inside of the vehicle. He tied it off and slumped back, relaxing into the cool leather.

                “My Sister basically just told me she never wants to see me again. She’s got these two creep asses whispering in her ear, making her act strange. I think she’s joined a cult, if we’re being frank,” Aiden went on before downing more of the booze.

                Oh yes, he was in a huff.

                Better than tears.

                Now where was that whiskey?