04-17-2020, 12:52 AM
He was loving all the attention. Between Aiden and Sage, Jaxen was a ball of grins promising future fun. The true treasure was the shock draining Aiden of everything except the game laid out before him. Oh the game. It truly was a thrilling experience. The prize was never totally about the treasure. Bonus, yes. But the best part was the smug secret of what he’d done. Of flaunting it in front of all those stuck up noses that thought they were so divine. Aiden was one of them. Aiden could be the king of them. Sage was dragged along through Aiden’s glory, oblivious. Well he could enjoy it. There would be no guilt when he relieved his co-conspirators of their share of the treasure.
His happy daydream was cut short by Aiden’s loss of consciousness. He flopped about on the limo floor in such a way that Jaxen had to pull up his feet to avoid getting slobber on his shoes. It was rather concerning. Aiden was clearly drunk, but who else in the limo wasn’t drunk? Hopefully the driver was sober. Er, well mostly sober.
Aiden did go on a while. Sage fawned and freaked. Jaxen wasn’t a doctor though. Probably a good thing. He could do some messed up stuff with plastic surgery that folks may not appreciate. In a hilarious way of course. Then again, the Ancient Power had some good effects. He rearranged Oriena’s appearance once, mildly so to not draw too much attention. He’d certainly shifted his own shape from head to toe many times. But doodling mustaches on unsuspecting victims never sounded so appealing. Aiden could use with a disguise. It actually might help them avoid the super-celeb fangirl following along the way now that he thought of it.
Finally, the ordeal was done and Aiden fluttered his eyelashes up at his beau. “Shit, that was dramatic,” he said. Meanwhile, he’d let Sage figure out what actually happened. So long as it didn’t happen again, or happen during a bad time. Worse, so long as it wasn’t contagious. Jaxen wasn’t keen on going around swooning. Not unless it served a good purpose anyway.
He departed the limo and assumed his stuff would be transferred to the plane appropriately. The accommodations were sure to be more comfortable than the limo. Besides, it smelled like spit and pissed pants in there now.
His happy daydream was cut short by Aiden’s loss of consciousness. He flopped about on the limo floor in such a way that Jaxen had to pull up his feet to avoid getting slobber on his shoes. It was rather concerning. Aiden was clearly drunk, but who else in the limo wasn’t drunk? Hopefully the driver was sober. Er, well mostly sober.
Aiden did go on a while. Sage fawned and freaked. Jaxen wasn’t a doctor though. Probably a good thing. He could do some messed up stuff with plastic surgery that folks may not appreciate. In a hilarious way of course. Then again, the Ancient Power had some good effects. He rearranged Oriena’s appearance once, mildly so to not draw too much attention. He’d certainly shifted his own shape from head to toe many times. But doodling mustaches on unsuspecting victims never sounded so appealing. Aiden could use with a disguise. It actually might help them avoid the super-celeb fangirl following along the way now that he thought of it.
Finally, the ordeal was done and Aiden fluttered his eyelashes up at his beau. “Shit, that was dramatic,” he said. Meanwhile, he’d let Sage figure out what actually happened. So long as it didn’t happen again, or happen during a bad time. Worse, so long as it wasn’t contagious. Jaxen wasn’t keen on going around swooning. Not unless it served a good purpose anyway.
He departed the limo and assumed his stuff would be transferred to the plane appropriately. The accommodations were sure to be more comfortable than the limo. Besides, it smelled like spit and pissed pants in there now.
