11-19-2025, 08:23 PM
It was fucking cold outside. And he didn't have Nox's little trick to stay warm. It had to be so handy. Though it came with its own difficulties he was coming to find out. But it was dark. He was still busy learning some a routine to audition at Kallisti with. While he could easily get a job, just because he knew Nox, he wanted to do it right. And Nox was helping him when he could. The club was on fire and he didn't want to stick around. Not that it wasn't enjoyable, it just wasn't the same when it was full of strangers and he wasn't on stage yet.
Hayden's bar was open to the soft public but Ashton didn't drink. It made things weird. It was the holidays though and it did make him want to. This was the first Christmas he could remember that was actually fun. Nox was making an effort to ensure they all had a good holiday. Even he didn't like them, he had lots of reminders.
Ashton just walked. He'd picked up the habit from Nox, he walked the perimeter of the secure neighborhood. He wasn't checking on anything, he didn't even know what to look for only knew it's boundaries. It was safe here, and beyond it well who knew what Atharim lurked around the corner looking for an easy kill. Not that Ashton was easy but still, they didn't know that.
A woman leaned on the building taking a swig of her covetted bottle. He hadn't remembered seeing her before, so he should probably stay away, but she didn't look like the kinda person who was out to hunt the unsuspecting. He knew that look -- he was that look.
He stopped at the edge of the sidewalk away from her. "You okay?" He asked concerned, his voice tilted with concern and warmth and non-violence. It was a habit he'd picked up working for the Blackthorns -- she was exactly what they'd be expecting. It was funny how that happened. Though he was only trying to pay it forward.
Hayden's bar was open to the soft public but Ashton didn't drink. It made things weird. It was the holidays though and it did make him want to. This was the first Christmas he could remember that was actually fun. Nox was making an effort to ensure they all had a good holiday. Even he didn't like them, he had lots of reminders.
Ashton just walked. He'd picked up the habit from Nox, he walked the perimeter of the secure neighborhood. He wasn't checking on anything, he didn't even know what to look for only knew it's boundaries. It was safe here, and beyond it well who knew what Atharim lurked around the corner looking for an easy kill. Not that Ashton was easy but still, they didn't know that.
A woman leaned on the building taking a swig of her covetted bottle. He hadn't remembered seeing her before, so he should probably stay away, but she didn't look like the kinda person who was out to hunt the unsuspecting. He knew that look -- he was that look.
He stopped at the edge of the sidewalk away from her. "You okay?" He asked concerned, his voice tilted with concern and warmth and non-violence. It was a habit he'd picked up working for the Blackthorns -- she was exactly what they'd be expecting. It was funny how that happened. Though he was only trying to pay it forward.