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[center][color=#b18f71][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/color]
🌑 Fancy Bar.
🌑 Waterfront Celebration Event.

[color=#b18f71][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
🌑 Open.

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Feeling the chill of an iced drink against his fingertips, Aiden’s dark eyes turned towards the respectably large windows offering view of outside spectacles. The angel had scarcely understood this celebration, in the past. However, the scenario was vastly different at this moment in time. He had come across a Red Hood, scared and alone. A traveler in time, and fracture in space. The concept was foreign to Aiden, which was perhaps understandable, but time itself was becoming more of a distant memory than an all encompassing force. He stood outside the grip of seconds, hours, and days, which was a new reality that he could do little but accept. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Rose spoke, her voice breaking Aiden out of his thoughts. “A philosophical battle, and a physical one.” 

[color=#b18f71][b]”I’m not too read up on this,”[/b][/color] Aiden offered, raising his fruit-mixed drink for a sip. If there was a time where he wanted to let alcohol take center stage and shroud his mind, this was surely it. Not a moment passed without images of his failure flashing by. However, at nineteen years of age, no bartender worth their merits would offer him such a beverage. If they did, the result would be lackluster, indeed. Alcohol had no effect on the boy, his angelic frame dispelling such impurities. 

“It’s an interesting story,” Rose continued, and exhaled a soft breath. “The Red Hoods made a big difference, if controversial,” she motioned towards the crowd separated from them by polished glass. “It would be interesting to meet a Red Hood today. I wonder what they were like.” 

Unable to hide a small, knowing smile crossing his slender lips, Aiden turned his head towards the monument. His experiences with the Red Hoods weren’t nearly as bombastic as Rose would have hoped. A smelly, dirty, damaged, and exhausted young man with no manners, and less trust. Perhaps the other ‘Hoods’, as he had called them, were more accommodating. [color=#b18f71][b]”I am sure they were just people, Rose.”[/b][/color]

With a slight chuckle, the young woman leaned back in her seat, offering Aiden a roll of her eyes. “Well, naturally,” she smirked. “But people are more than we give them credit for.” Indeed, she was correct. A skeptical view of the crowd gathering beyond the safety of a bar interior was not unique, but cynicism aside, Duncaster had reached its splendor due to none other than its inhabitants. “What would you say to a Red Hood, if you ever met one?”

[color=#b18f71][b]”You stink, take a shower,”[/b][/color] the Angel casually professed. Of course, Rose could not possibly puzzle together what the boy had meant. However, her laughter did indicate a certain level of understanding. 

“People did bathe back in the day, Aiden,” she informed. “Far more often than we give them credit for.” 

[color=#b18f71][b]”Since when did you become such a Red Hood fan?”[/b][/color] Aiden asked, drumming his small fingers against the lacquered surface of their table. 

“I’ve always been a fan,” the girl shrugged, “it’s just hard to talk about, since we’re never alone.” 

Yes, that was quite the conundrum, but one Aiden was not opposed to. What did Rose expect this evening to amount in? Another kiss, an embrace, or something far more passionate? It was simply another layer of frustration aching in the back of the boy’s mind. He would need to tell her the truth, eventually. He would need to tell them all the truth. There was only so much he could do when governing a company he cared nothing for. [color=#b18f71][b]”Are you going to start them up, again?”[/b][/color] Aiden asked, earning another soft giggle from the girl in front of him. 

“You’re silly,” she sipped her drink, before gently shaking her head. “Though, with the whole vampire mess going around, perhaps we need a good Supernatural Police.” 

[color=#b18f71][b]”Yeah it.., can be difficult for them to behave,”[/b][/color] the Angel offered, releasing a heavy sigh. Difficult, as in summoning a demon, which was now his responsibility. How many people would die because of him? It was impossible to tell, but a few things needed to change, and one of them was his position as a rich man’s kid. With time, Aiden would be forced to weigh his standing. The wrathful Angel, or the insecure human.