He was a skater boy {Aiden}

[Rhett Hepburn]

Rhett was not going to complain about being whisked off to some snowy wonderland without being asked or given any kind of warning. First off, it meant no drama class, and he was never one to complain about a missed drama class.  And second, it meant he had the opportunity to wear some of the incredible (faux) furs he had been just itching to show off.  He loved a good winter wardrobe, and he certainly had an extensive one.  Something his parents had never really understood, since he lived in LA.  But, as he pointed out to them regularly, it never hurt to be prepared, he needed to be prepared to look fabulous under any circumstances, and if they ever whisked him off to Switzerland for skiing as he'd spent most of his life begging them to, he wouldn't have to go panic shopping.

Ultimately, what that meant was that when he woke up in a different bed to the one he'd fallen asleep in (something unusual even for him - he was used to waking up in beds he couldn't remember falling asleep in, but this definitely wasn't one of those situations), and looked out of the window at the wintery scene, he had let out a girlish squeal of excitement and run to his wardrobe, which he was thrilled to see was not missing a single item from his extensive winter wardrobe.  He had spent around 3 hours getting ready that morning, but the effect was so worth it.

He was wearing very tight black skinny jeans, and what looked like knee high white furry boots, laced up from the ankle to the knee and with white furry pom poms hanging off the ends of the laces.  In actual fact, the fur climbing from his ankle to his knee was an elaborate leg warmer that exactly matched the shade of his furry ankle boots, so that when he took the boots of the skate he wouldn't lose the effect.  He wore a knee length light grey fur coat, with an enormous black furry collar that covered his shoulders, most of his chest and gave the impression that his head was half buried in an animal's coat.  Finally, he wore a huge, grey, Russian style fur hat, aviator sunglasses, and white gloves.  He was an impressive sight.

Currently he was waiting for Aiden to meet him by the ice ring, where he stood leaning against the barrier around the edge of the rink and thoroughly enjoying watching the talent, two coffees clutched in his hands and an appreciative smirk on his face as he watched over the top of his sunglasses, which had been pulled slightly down his nose.

"My god, I just love this school."  He muttered as he winked at a particularly attractive skater who passed him.

[Aiden Mumble]

Aiden, on the other hand, was going to complain about being whisked off to some snowy wonderland without being asked or given any kind of warning. On of the only comforts she had left was her own, familiar room. She could hide there with her messy bed, guitar, and assorted secrets and pretend the world didn't exist outside. She could dance in her room and sing when Mordred wasn't home. That is not to say that this cabin didn't gift her her own room, but it wasn't her room. It didn't feel right and the windows were letting in way too much light.

She blinked open her eyes and glared at the window. This is when she quickly realized she was not home. She stared at the unfamiliar ceiling and tried to think where she could have found herself. Aiden was enough of a self aware mess to know she could have ended up anywhere the night before. She sat up a little and addressed the room. No one was next to her. Weird. Also a bunch of her belongings came into focus. Her guitar was in the corner. Music boxes, sheet music, random trash, a dresser that must contain her clothes despite the fact that she almost always has them laying around. Oh no. This was a weird school magic thing wasn't it? No no no, she had things to do!

Aiden groaned loudly and fell back on her bed. This was gonna suuuuccckk. Her phone buzzed on the table next to her. Rhett. He was probably all excited. She didn't want to get out of bed, but made herself at the very least just to check for booze. If the damn school brought her clothes they had better brought her booze. She wandered into the kitchen around and began to look around. None here. None there. Aiden began to panic. No. fucking. way. There was nothing. not one drop. "Noooooooooo" Aiden complained dramatically. She glanced at one of the counters and noticed a paper with familiar hand writing on it. "NoooOOO" Aiden complained a third time. She didn't touch it. She didn't want to deal with that too. They had transported a letter for her here, but NO BOOZE.

Rhett would have something. Of course he would. Hanging out with him was suddenly sounding like the only course of action. Aiden went back in her room and pulled on some warmer clothes. On her way out the door she noticed another room she hadn't before. It must be for Mordred. There was a second in which she thought about inviting him, but changed her mind and headed out the door.

Rhett looked fabulous. Aiden was wearing all black and a distressed jacket that tied at the waist. Her makeup looked ok and her hair was gathered in a low ponytail. She'd barely tried. Aiden tried not to let the beautiful scenery cheer her up too much. She secretly adored winter. It was by far her favorite season. Still, she had too many problems to be allowed to enjoy it just yet.

Aiden approached Rhett and took her coffee without so much as a hello. "I hope you brought something stronger than this" She mumbled after a few sips.

[Rhett Hepburn]

He managed to drag his eyes away from the skater as Aiden appeared and grabbed her coffee, turning his back reluctantly on the rink and leaning back against the barrier. He grinned at her, looking her up and down with a tut and a small shake of his head. "Have you actually been getting laid looking like that? Honey, you know what I'm thinking after this..." He bit his lip, grinning excitedly. "Makeover!" He called out in a sing-song voice, bringing his free hand up to jazz hand by the side of his head.

Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out a hip flask with a smirk, shaking it a little in Aiden's direction. "Bitch, please." He rolled his eyes slightly, before dropping it back into his pocket. "But - you can't have any until after you've skated with me for a bit. Because you know I looking fucking glorious out on that ice, and I am not letting you cramp my style by having me hold up your drunken ass, honey." He raised an eyebrow out her. "I want to see some of those killer moves first, bitch." He grinned.

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her over to the booth where they could hire skates from, pulling his shoes off and dumping them on the counter, grabbing the attendant's hand and asking for the most fabulous skates they had, before releasing him with a wink. He turned back to Aiden, sipping his coffee and giving her a long look.  He had so many questions, so much to catch up on.  And he was worried about her.  How could he not be, having seen the way she was at the karaoke, and even now - he knew her better than he knew himself, and she was so not ok.  But he also knew that going in hard and fast wasn't going to work with her - not in this respect, anyway.  And unfortunately, she was so very far from his type that going in hard and fast in any other respect was just not an option.


"So, how is that silver fox Dad of yours doing?" He asked with a grin and a lascivious wink.

[Aiden Mumble]

"There literally is no chance in hell" Aiden chuckled darkly at his mention of a makeover. She had, in fact, been getting laid like this. Aiden was blessed enough to not really try to be beautiful. She didn't quite believe this and blamed her luck on her awesome seduction skills, but Aiden looked pretty despite her lack of effort. Still, she was nowhere near Rhett's level. Aiden certainly used to try harder. Rhett probably remembered her trying harder. She used to actually have a style. Now it was more like she chose whatever was the darkest and most comfortable. Who was she trying to impress anyway?

Aiden perked up when he pulled out the flask, looking eager before she could stop herself. She felt her muscles ache from something other than the cold. She needed a drink. Her eyes flashed with annoyance when he didn't imminently let her have some. It wasn't as though she was going to take it an run. That would require a lot of effort and also she sort of cared about Rhett. She kind of actually wanted to hang out with him even if she wouldn't say it out loud. Also Mordred was at the cottage and she was sort of avoiding him.

Aiden scoffed and rolled her eyes. As if she could ever get drunk off of a sip. Just a little, she felt like saying, but she knew it would sound more desperate than she wanted. She had nothing to say about her killer moves either. She could skate pretty well, but it wasn't something she'd kept up with like her other dance styles. It had been a while. She said a silent prayer to Guin that she didn't fall on her ass as Rhett dragged her toward the skate booth. Aiden was much slower to remove her shoes and fetch a pair of skates, deliberately being difficult. She sat on a nearby bench, taking a sip of her coffee before beginning to lace her skates. Aiden didn't feel that terrible fear she normally felt about dancing as she tightened the laces. Skating was different. It had never been a competition for her. Her father wasn't famous for it. She generally associated it with goofing off rather than performing. Lucky for Rhett.

"First of all, don't call my dad a silver fox." Aiden said a little wearily, without looking up. She felt a knot form in her stomach. She still hadn't responded to her dad's apology. She was still pretty mad. "He's fine." She said a little sharply. Finishing with her shoes, she used the side of the booth to stand and then headed for the ice. The sooner they start skating, the sooner she could have a drink. God, she needed a drink.

[Rhett Hepburn]

"Honey, I've been to hell - the Greek version anyway, and I've given makeovers down there. And I slayed. So bitch there is every chance in hell, trust me." He winked at Aiden and blew her a kiss as he walked away; his great-Aunt Persephone had loved his makeovers when his Dad had last taken him down to the Underworld on a visit, so he was determined he was getting his hands on Aiden. "You have so much potential under all this grunge, honey. Let me find it again - like the old days, remember?"

When he was given his skates from a slightly uncomfortable looking attendant - shame, he was cute but Rhett's gaydar was firmly sat on 'straight' in this case - he sat down beside Aiden and pulled them on, placing his coffee on the ground as he tied his laces. He grinned at her as she responded, straightening up and putting an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. "Oh sweetie, you know I'd never actually go there. Your mum is terrifying when anyone even looks at your Dad." He teased before releasing her and standing up, offering her both his hands to pull her to her feet.

He'd noted the tone of her voice when she spoke about her dad - there was definitely something beyond the usual going on there. Moving to the ice, he stepped on carefully and allowed himself to drift away slightly, turning back and waiting for Aiden to catch up. When she did, he raised an eyebrow at her inquisitively. "So, what's going on with you and your Dad then?"

[Aiden Mumble]

Aiden remained silent for a while, but she wasn't entirely ignoring him. She at least took his hands when he offered to help her up. That's something she wouldn't have accepted from most people. If he wasn't going to get to give her a makeover, she could at least accept this small gesture of help. She couldn't hide a little smirk when he mentioned how frightening her mother could be. She was smaller than even Aiden, but she was fierce about her family. She should call her. Aiden frowned. She should call...but she probably wouldn't. Calling would require apologizing. Aiden didn't want to apologize. Honestly, they had every right to remain angry with her for a good long time.

Aiden inhaled deeply and stepped onto the ice, finding it felt far more natural than she had hoped. She balanced easily and skated a few paced forward to further gain her bearings. She caught up to Rhett only to roll her eyes at his question. She skated past him, enjoying the sting of the icy wind on her face.

"Can we not?" Aiden said briskly. She didn't walk to talk about her dad. She wanted a drink. She wanted several drinks. Actually she wanted to drink until she blacked out and then sleep for a week. Was that too much to ask?

[Rhett Hepburn]

There was definitely something going on with his friend - well, that much had been obvious from the second he'd arrived - but he'd just put that down to too much drinking and her crippling anxiety. Nothing he hadn't dealt with before. But he was starting to get the feeling this was different. He always ragged on her about her parents, about how cute her Dad was, but she wasn't usually so closed off about them, not to Rhett. After all, he knew them, he'd grown up with them - they were almost family. Rhett knew Aiden wasn't open about her family, but it was different with Rhett given how well he knew them. She didn't need to hide from him, and yet she was.

He frowned as she skated past him, reaching out at the last moment and grabbing her wrist, spinning her back to face him as he began to skate backwards, pulling her along with him. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the hip flask and held it just out of her reach, waving it tauntingly, a mischievous smirk on his face.

"We could not... but if you want some of this..." he grinned at her, "bitch, you gotta talk."