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[i]“We like our fun and we don’t fight”[/i]

Aoife danced in a way that would make you think she might have been practicing. But mostly it was because no one was watching. She twisted and turned with a smile emblazoned on her face. The living room was a mess, but hell – she didn’t care all that much. She was dancing on top of a chair whose cushions were torn to shreds. But all the sudden her alarm blared through her ears, she was still dancing when it sounded she glanced at Stef’s door for a few long moments, letting the alarm play through for just a few more seconds before turning it off. Alarms were weird for her, they didn’t make anything but sound. Her senses were only amplified to humans because of their emotions, others too of course – but the point of the matter was that a computerized sound never tasted like anything. Which was weird to the young angel. Something she’d have to get used to. But with the sun coming up over the horizon and morning breaking, it was time to fix things. She paused the song for a minute.

She sighed a small sigh of relief and got to work. She’d have to buy new cushions for her chair, Stef had taken a massive bite out of it… She’d also have to try and find an outfit that covered her collar completely – to avoid suspicion. She didn’t need anyone to know that she was lodging a vampire, otherwise they’d come for Stef. Aoife wouldn’t allow that. Once, Stef had referred to Aoife as a guardian angel, which had given her too much pride to back down from having Stef as her charge at this point. Besides, she had helped raise more than a few orphans and runaways. She could do this. Popping into her room she hurriedly sorted through a pile of clothes. She needed to do laundry so her options were limited but she managed to find a sweater that pretty well covered her collar, although it seemed that when she walked it shifted a little, she’d just have to remember to cover it up so Stef didn’t see it.

She skipped over to the kitchen, making sure to clean up the small trails of the disastrous night in her path. By the time she was looking for eggs to make the room looked pretty much spotless and Stef wasn’t due up for at least a little while still. But there was no eggs. 

Darn.

Aoife took out a small notepad she used to leave Stef notes and jotted down a quick message.

“Hey girl,
Just running to the store to buy some breakfast supplies! 

Stay Hungry,
Aoife <3”

And with that she had a jacket thrown on to ward herself from the cool February air and she was off.

Aoife hit play. 

[i]“Everybody’s dancing in the moonlight ~”[/i] She sang in a singsony voice that was almost definitely at least a little off-key. But as she was exiting she saw a girl smoking outside the building that she recognized. “Hey Aila,” Aoife began with her usual unrequited smile.

“Hi.” Aila responded, not making eye contact, her voice felt like pins and needles and smelt like pine. It was an emotion Aoife had gotten accustomed to feeling brush against her with the cool morning air. 

“How’s everything?” The angel asked, placing her hands behind her back and clasping them tightly. She always tried to spin these encounters in some kind of positive way, it just didn’t work all too often.

“It’s good.” She said throwing her cigarette to the ground and brushing past Aoife on her way back up to the building. 

“Okay, bye!” Aoife said in a slightly raised voice as the Canadian girl made her exit. The scent of pine drifted out of Aoife’s mind as she turned back on her way to the store. It was nice, Aila was nice in general, most people who were that sad were usually incredibly rude but Aila was always polite.

In Aoife’s mind that counted for something.

She continued on her way, a smile on her lips as the warmth of the sun made its presence known to Aoife, she could feel it on her wings. Even if no one else could see or feel them. It felt really nice. Aoife popped into the grocery store and immediately ran smack into a woman, in turn pausing her song. The woman had darker hair, she was tall and had a fairly imposing face. She wore dark sunglasses that completely blocked Aoife from seeing her eyes, but the posture, the way about her – it was pretty obvious who this was. 

“Oh, Ms. English, I’m very sorry please-“ She began, but the older woman had no time for the young angel.

She sighed a deep, breathy sigh that felt like a punch to the gut. “Its fine, Aoife was it?” Her unsureness about her name sounded like a certain amount of contempt and bored intolerance.  

“Yes Ma’am…” Aoife managed to stutter out, she felt the taste of warm iron in her mouth, like it was blood and it was intensifying rapidly. “I’ll get out of your way now.” 

“Please.” Eleanor English strode past the young Angel, a shopping bag in hand, but Aoife couldn’t quite make out any of it. 

Making her way to the aisle with some eggs in it she managed to grab a twelve pack, a small carton of milk, some cheese – all of the fixings for a good breakfast. Happy with herself, she took her small basket to the checkout line, and waited as there was a burly man in front of her already checking out. He had rough skin that looked like it had seen a few years of hard labour, most likely somewhere where it was warm. And coarse short blond hair. She recognized the aura anywhere, Officer Monythebeng’s was always something of an oddity. A false yellow.

He was purchasing what could only be described as an industrial bottle of Advil, along with some coffee creamer, a bottle of red wine and a dozen bagels. 

… Aoife was always nice, but Officer Monyethebeng was an odd duck. 

“Ah hey,” he started, turning to see who was waiting behind him. “Yer one of them high schoolers right?” He asked.

“Oh, no my name is Aoife – we’ve met a few times actually I’m studying in pre-me-“ Aoife started to helpfully explain.

“Alright, don’t do drugs Eva.” He said, his voice felt like an uneasy breeze and smelled like alcohol. 

That might not have been the Empathy actually. 

“You need a bag for those?” The cashier asked as Aoife heard the door ring, Officer Monyethebeng already on his way out. She zoned out for a second.

“Oh, yes two bags please!” She said, quickly grabbing a few bills from her pocket that she had stuffed in before leaving the house. 

On her way back to the apartment the sun had come up a bit more, not enough to be significant – but enough to really consider this the morning now. She took a deep breath of fresh air and exhaled with a huge smile on her face, restarting her song once more.

[i]"Everybody was dancing in the moonlight."[/i]

Sure, last night Stef had one of her episodes – she still needed to find someone to teach her how to control that. But she was fine, Stef didn’t drink [i]too[/i] much of her blood and the worst had passed. Besides, it was Friday and Cael had a plan for tonight – not that he bothered to clue Aoife into it.

Finally making her way back up the stairs, bounding up them she passed by a lady wearing what could only be an entire comforter. She looked at Aoife with a wicked grin. 

“Don’t stare too hard, a walk of shame is only a walk of shame if you can’t make it work.” Eve said her voice tasted like red wine and dark chocolate all at once. It was really overpowering and frankly way too much for Aoife to handle this early in the morning. “You look pleased as punch, you know Friday’s only good [i]after[/i] you get everything done right?” Eve asked with a playful grin, smooshing past Aoife and continuing her quick walk back from whatever bed she crawled out of.

Aoife didn’t pay it much mind – she might’ve lived around some weird people. But they just helped make her morning what it was! It was pretty great, all things considered. 

There wasn’t much to complain about. 

Walking back into the small pseudo-two bedroom apartment (Aoife’s room was converted from an old walk in closet) she got to making breakfast for her and Stef. She had the feeling that today, among everything else – would be good.