Walk of Shame (OPEN)

[Aiden Mumble]

Aiden breathed a large sigh of relief when Tristian caught on and agreed to leave. Between Tristian's flashy dress and her frantic insistence, they were starting to draw unwanted attention. She gladly took his arm and returned his smile with a smirk of her own. Look at her, making friends in strange places. Tristian had his own luggage to deal with, but having someone outside of Mordred to lean on might be just a bit healthier than sitting around smoking and drinking with her housemate all the time. Mordred and her were wonderful friends, but not always the best influences on each other. She'd never admit that, of course. Hopefully he'd get better soon and, who knows, maybe then she could work on herself a bit. The idea of hanging out with Tristian made her feel like she might be worth fixing up a bit. She could actually make friends, it seemed, after all.

Aiden listened to what he had to say and they moved down the lane. His roommate didn't know either. That must be hard. Then again, Mordred didn't know her secret. Still, pole dancing and performing in drag had differing levels of difficulty to keep. It wasn't odd for Aiden to go to the club and Mordred could guess a bunch of masks she had were for sex things. She could pretty much blame anything on sex and Mordred would probably believe her. Aiden didn't know what Tristian's roommate was like, it may be a much harder task for him.

"Make that tea a hot toddy and my lips are sealed" She said with a bit of tired playfulness.

[Tristian]

Tristian laughed and said, “You got it, hair of the dog it is.”

There was a lightness to his walk as they headed back to the flat, like a weight had been lifted that he didn’t know that he had been carrying around. The only other person that knew that he was both Prince Tristian Summer-Pendragon and the Enchanting Emma Knightly, was his mother…but now, having someone here that knew as well, and whom had promised to keep it secret…well…he just felt happier.

Aiden was someone else that he could just be him with…

She seemed the good sort, and no doubt she had her own things going on in her life if she was wanting to keep her pole dancing a secret. Maybe he could help her, maybe what ever was wrong he could help her with that, or else just be someone that she could talk too, confide in. He wouldn’t mind being that person for her…and he got the impression…that she might be that person for him.

As his heels clicked along the stone floor he said, “and you really do need to tell me where you got those pants, they are simply gorgeous.”

Fin.