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When; January 24, Dirty Secret Day
Rating; PG-PG13. Rating subject to change due to violence, ohnoes.
Characters; Dexter (dark_passenger) and Aidan (stridulous)
Summary; Dexter's found some real beer and Aidan hops right on over to Dex's apartment. Little does he know what's waiting for him there...
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Everything about Aidan felt freer today. He didn't know whether it was letting the thing about Nadia slip or killing that sorry excuse for a boy two days ago. Either way, he was light. He was happy. Life hadn't been this good for a while, not even in Vegas.

And now more free beer? This place was getting better and better.

Dexter's apartment door was shut, and he knocked, briskly, three times at the door. "Dex, you there?" he called out. "It's Aidan."

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After Dexter was finished preparing his prep-table, and laying out all the necesities one would need for his usual "operation", he closed the bedroom door it was hiding behind and headed for the kitchen. Inside of the fridge was two six packs of beer; the good stuff. He wasn't sure how much his guest could drink, but there was extra in case Dexter wanted a few.

A younger Dexter would say this was crazy. A younger Dexter by not even a year would refuse a beer, but sharing a beer with another man was so normal, and that's what Dexter aimed for. Normality. If he could seem human to other monsters, than his work was half-done.

Dexter didn't plan this out as precisely as he would have back home. Something about the anarchy of The City told him that he didn't need to, that no one would care. People might even thank him for what he was about to do. He thought about the street parades that might follow if he let this dirty little secret out a little more often. Nah...

He heard the knock on the door. He was here.

"Be right there!" he shouted as he was on his way. He opened the door and smiled, "Ah, Aidan, come on in, make yourself at home."

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"Thanks, Dex," Aidan said, returning the smile as best he could. He still wasn't up to par with his; they weren't Nadia-bright, but they'd do for now.

Dexter's apartment had a lived-in look, one Aidan hadn't gotten used to seeing. Back at the Bellagio, things were swept up while he was out and he never thought much of it. It was nice, he decided, in some way. Homey, or something like that.

He shook the thoughts from his head and turned back to Dex. "Really do appreciate this, man," he said. "It's not every day some guy decides to give away his beer for free."

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"I know places to get it, cheap. I'll have to take you there sometime..." he said, heading for the fridge. "You buy a bunch of it, expecting to enjoy it with some friends, and then you get no guests." he continued, opening it up and grabbing two beers, handing one to Aidan. "Don't want to let it go bad, right?"

Dexter wasn't sure how he would go about doing this. Usually there would be an overture, where the friend in question would dramatically spill and confess it's sins. This wasn't the case. Dexter already had all of the confessions he needed to proove that Aidan was a killer. A killer without justified reason. He had to be put down.

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"You're the greatest," Aidan said, and found himself meaning it. He couldn't even figure out why. He wrote it off to the giddiness, secrets released, and went with it: "Been a real life-saver, you know. Fuckin' helpful and all that."

He smirked, lifted his beer bottle. "To nothing in particular," he said lightly.

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Aidan's comment made Dexter feel almost guilty...almost. The Dark Passenger, however, felt no remorse for what he was about to do. "Nah," they said, Dexter may have been the greatest, but not for the reasons Aidan probably had. Life-saver, though, Aidan had no idea. Dexter saved lives through killing murderers.

Other times, Dexter just saved lives. He thought back to Deborah. He thought back to Chutsky. He thought back to...Does it have an E in it?

That was it wasn't it...Dexter was all about saving lives. Why was he having second thoughts about this man?

Dexter raised his bottle in unison with Aidan, shifting his eyebrows upward and then bringing the bottle to his mouth.

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The beer was perfect. The synthetic, candy-colored stuff they'd given out at Automatica was weak compared to this. It almost reminded him of Vegas, of home where you were given anything you wanted if you were drunk and brave enough to want it.

Aidan was close to just closing his eyes, drinking it in, trying to see if he could hear slots going or showgirls giggling or Nadia talking loudly over crowds.

But then he remembered he was with company. The memories only came at night, in dreams, whenever he pleased. He didn't need them now. He only concentrated on the beer going down in mouthfuls.

He put the bottle down, taking big breaths. He gaped at his bottle, empty.

"One pass," he said with a smile. "Haven't done that in a long fuckin' time."

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"Heh," Dexter stared at the empty bottle. Easier than he thought. Aidan would be drunk in no time.

Dexter wasn't a big drinker. At all. He could drink one or two beers slowly before starting to feel a little tipsy. It was always wrong in his opinion to intoxicate his body with chemicals it did not need. He was a healthy man of 35, and intended to keep it that way.

He took his time with his beer, careful to not drink too much at once.

"I've got to admit," Dexter was taken in full-force by this curse, "I've never been fond of drinking. Don't know why I keep the stuff around. An excuse to make friends, I suppose."

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"Pass me another, would ya, Dex?" Aidan asked, forgetting to say please and act like a proper guest. He couldn't care less about it at the point. It was Dex. He was all right.

Aidan listened to Dexter's confession, surprised. "You're missing out," he said mournfully. "I didn't drink too much before I got to Vegas either, but everyone does it there. You have more fun that way anyway. Forces you out of where you are, lets you see the world different. Can't pass that up, yeah?"

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Dexter nodded and handed him another bottle. "I agree the occasional beer is refresing..." he said, taking a sip of the same first bottle. "But I can see what you're saying too."

A couple more drinks, Dexter thought, and he wouldn't have to listen to anything that would make him feel bad for putting this monster to sleep.