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[center][b]Mentions:[/b] Dee [@Midnight Howl] and Tarak [@Th3King0fChaos][/center]
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The day had started off the same as any other Monday for Aiden. Waking up in his mediocre apartment in the Lanes, rolling out of bed a good hour after that to get ready; making sure to grab his backpack and sheathe before heading out and locking the door behind him. He wandered outside and looked up at the sky with a squint, it was too early for this, and went to get himself a shitty cup of coffee from the nearest place that was open. It was the usual exchange of walking in, bartering without much of a greeting, and walking out once he got what he wanted. He, like most other people who lived in the Lanes, had little interest with small talk. It was a miracle they were still able to get coffee so long after the outbreak, but he wasn't about to complain. That was the only thing that woke him up in the morning, and he knew he needed to go to the Deadman's Respite for some raid or other than was being planned. He should've known that they would want him there to help out with whatever planning needed to get done, but if that meant he got to go out on the raid he'd bite the bullet and deal with the paper pushing. He'd been out recently but he was never one to pass up the opportunity to explore outside the walls. 

He took a sip of his coffee and grimaced before turning and heading in the direction of the bar. Aiden had lived in the area long enough to know what routes to take to avoid the worst of the pickpockets and bruisers that liked to lurk about. Not that many tended to mess with him. The dark hood and numerous knives across his person tended to warn against anyone trying to screw him over. He did give a nod of greeting to those that he recognized, or had worked with on odd jobs in the past, but he didn't stop his walk to the bar. He was pretty sure the new recruits were going to be there and it was always a riot watching Dee deal with them, especially while drunk. He couldn't help the slight sardonic grin that crept onto his face at the prospect. The newbies were always a mess and this particular bunch seemed to be worse than in the past. He was just glad he didn't have to deal with the idiots himself.

When he pushed open the door to the Deadman's Respite he was immediately hit with the smell of cheap alcohol and the sound of music from the jukebox in the back. It set his mind a little more at ease being in the familiar space. He could already see Dee, along with the newbies, scattered around at various tables. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Bit early to be getting drunk isn't it,"[/b][/color] he called out to those he could see with glasses in their hands who raised them with a tipsy cheer. 

Pulling his hood off he sat down hard in a chair and pulled out some of the shiny bits and pieces he had picked up during the last raid to sort through. There hadn't been a whole lot to find, but there were some coins that needed polishing, a few shards of smooth glass, various scraps of metals, and a few things he left in his bag. He didn't trust anyone here enough not to jump at the opportunity to attempt to take them since he was pretty sure they'd be worth a fair bit; not that he planned on selling them. He went about finishing off his coffee as he polished the coins; keeping one eye trained on the rest of the group as they got more and more rowdy as the morning dragged on. 

He had been enjoying listening to the music of the jukebox and was nearly finished putting everything into their respective pockets in his backpack when the sound suddenly stopped. He glanced up to see one of the new recruits backing away from the jukebox and smirked as the recruit stumbled over to Dee to begin blubbering apologies, and what he was pretty sure was an attempt at an explanation, at her. [color=9e0b0f][i]What a way to start the morning, already getting to hear her tear into someone and it wasn't even noon.[/i][/color]

The waves of exasperation and anger rolling off of Dee made him chuckle as he zipped up the last pocket on his backpack. The noise quickly caught in his throat as she grabbed him by the hood and pulled him out of his chair. [color=9e0b0f][b]"What the hell?! You think I have any more patience to deal with this idiot? They're your problem not mine."[/b][/color] He sent a scowl in Dee's direction before glaring harshly at the recruit in front of him, whose jaw snapped shut as they were about to start spouting off whatever excuses they'd been giving Dee to him as well. 

[color=9e0b0f][i]Ridiculous, this is why I don't deal with this kinda shit.[/i][/color] He crossed his arms before pinning his gaze on the recruit and making a vague gesture for them to talk. Before they could start he heard the door open and heard a recognizable voice call out. The anger disappeared almost as quickly as it had come, [color=9e0b0f][b]"Hey Wolf,"[/b][/color] he pointed at the recruit, [color=9e0b0f][b]"Ask this chucklehead, they're the one that broke the damn machine."[/b][/color] He stood up from where he had sat at the table, grateful for the opportunity to skirt having to deal with the problem. If Tarak could figure out what was wrong with it and fix it then all of this would be a non-issue anyway. Now he could just wait around until they actually got down to business.