[center][h1][color=a0410d]Aaron Donald[/color][/h1][/center]

A soft smile rested on Aaron’s face as he sat at the table beside his wife, his eyes wandering around the party, taking in the different sights and sounds around him. When they had arrived, he had placed his own dish onto the table. A large casserole dish filled to the brim with an assortment of different flavours of his famous (among his family anyway) chicken wings. He served himself a generous helping of spicy wings, before looking around the table. [color=a0410d]“Who wants wings? Get ‘em before they fly away.”[/color] He says with a chuckle before reaching into a cooler he had beside him and pulling out a can of beer and cracking it open. [color=a0410d]“Anyone want a beer? Help yourselves.”[/color] He said out loud to the group, taking a sip, then turning to the woman that as talking to his wife with a smile.

[color=a0410d]“Oh that’s okay, we don’t want to take your mother-in-law’s food, I’m sure she’s hungry too.”[/color] He joked with a cheeky grin. He was already getting the bad jokes, and counteracted the inevitable scowl his wife would give him by leaning over and giving her an affectionate kiss on the cheek, with his trademark goofy chuckle that his family would instantly recognise as his "you can't be mad because I'm hilarious" laugh.