It was a saturday night. The bars were stocked to the brim with the regular patrons and alcoholics. Aaron wasn't in one of those bars. Mainly because no one would believe his fake moustache and terrible accent. It work out fine if he just shut up and showed the masterful created fake I.D. he would get in fine. Though of course Aaron was Aaron and he would never do something the easy way. Always the fun way. Though of course the fun way had a much lower success rate.

Of course that never stopped Aaron from getting hold a bottle of booze. There were many different ways of getting them illegally, like hiring a hobo to buy it for you, having legal friends buy it for you or Aaron's favourite steal it. Which he did, Aaron was now sitting on the roof of some random building drinking straight vodka from a bottle. He was half way through the bottle before he threw it away and whipped out his phone. He drunkenly scrolled down till he saw the name of goose and pressed text. Of course the message he sent Mal were kinda odd and made no sense. Literally just gibberish with no real meaning. The came in an order like this:

Xhsjdakdosje
шпиhat jasa?
Ijja moodska!

He realised that those messages made no sense even in his drunk taste so he prompted to send a voice message instead.

" Heeeeeeey grumpy goose. I... I uh have... um what do you call it again? ідея is the word... Idea! Thats it! Meet me in front of of of of the-e-e-e harbour. Somewhere. I don't know you should be easy to see me. Hehehehe. Love you Mal, like platonically of course. See you soon. Aaron said as he drunkenly sent the message before scrambling to his feet trying to get himself steady. "стійкий, а потім політ" he said as he got ready and started flying towards the harbour. Sure this was dangerous but it wasn't like Aaron had never done this before. At least this was the dumbest thing he was going to do.

He arrived at the harbour and made a head first dive into the ocean. That definitely woke up Aaron a bit as he scrambled up on the side of the harbour lying down and laughing.

It was late and Mal's eyes were having trouble staying open. The book she was reading, or attempting to read, was just so damn boring, she'd dropped it on her face a few times as she nodded off. This vain attempt by Owen to try and get her to at least get a GED was annoying, but she pushed through because on some level, she knew she at least needed that. And she liked learning. Well, she liked learning about parabolas and chemical reactions, not the meaning of a blue curtain wafting in the wind in the background of the scene or what it could possibly be foreshadowing. She could see nothing useful in knowing that kind of nonsense.

But then her phone went off like the shiny distraction it was with the klaxon blaring, indicating Aaron was texting her. Tossing the book aside like yesterday's trash, she scooped up the phone to see what sort of trouble he was in now, only to see utter gibberish on her screen. Then "Walking on Sunshine" started blaring out of the speaker and Mal slid her finger across the screen to answer. After only a few moments she could tell he was rather drunk. She sighed. He was so lucky she loved him too, (platonically of course), as it seemed it was going to be one of those nights.

She locked up and flew toward the harbor just in time to see him dive into the water. She smacked her forehead as she hovered there. Then she landed on the pier and looked down at him, crossing her arms and shaking her head.

"So, what's this brilliant slash drunken idea you've had that I'm going to have to keep you from getting killed while you do it?"

Aaron was drenched and dripping on the harbour as Mal floated down. He could've fallen asleep into a drunken haze right there if she didn't float down weirdly angel like. "Have you ever thought about going to Africa and being a goddess? You've got the looks, brains and powers. Hopefully not the same tragic ending" He said getting up from the ground shakily before cracking his neck "Це відчуває себе прекрасно!"

"Well first. We need more courage. So we need first need to go to a liqour store for some... well need some strong stuff. Second! Go have a small snack at the kebab place. I'm in the mood for arab. Thirdly! break into the auction house, they're selling some pretty expensive art there, and I would think we can fence them for a giant profit and make some jackass bilonaire with shady dealings very happy. God I love capitalism!" He said very happily and made his way over to Mal.

"So Grumpy goose! I know that you following Eastwoods plan of the better future for you, and I want you to promise the moment I bring ya back home, or you bring me back which is a lot more possible due to the whole I like getting blacked out drunk, you go right back to studying! Like what the most important part of a plant kell is or whatever those test are about" He cracked his knuckles and his ankles before shaking a bit to get a bit dry like a wet dog would.

"Say..." Aaron let out a little hiccup burp combination "You know where the closest liquor store is?"

Rubbing her chin thoughtfully, as if entertaining the idea of flying halfway across the world to be worshiped sounded good. Then she shook her head and waved the idea away. "Nah, then what would you do? Mope around without a partner? I couldn't do that to you."

She listened to him ramble with a dubious look on her face. The plan wasn't boring, and she was tired of boring right now. So it was appealing. It was rather vague though. However that was how Aaron tended to operate, flying by the seat of his pants with nothing but an idea of what he wanted. "I don't think you need anymore liquid courage, Aaron. I think you'd make Batman look like a coward with how much courage you have." Mal stepped back, putting her hands up, in vain, trying to shield herself from all the water that was coming off of him. She made a face at him and ran her hands through her hair a quick few times, trying to get it dry, shaking off her own arms as well. There was many reasons she kept her hair short; being able to quick dry was one of them. Not getting a face full of hair while trying to control a tornado was another, but that was just practical.

"How's about we skip the first step and go straight to second. Get that snack. I'm kinda hungry. Been feeding my brain, not my stomach. Then we can go burgle the auction house. And yes, I promise, I will go right back to studying after I deposit your passed out ass on my couch."

She leaned well away from Aaron after the hiccup-burp, waving her hand in front of her face to dispel the smell, then got behind him and gently pushed him forward, keeping a hand on his shoulder just in case he stumbled. "Onward to kebabs! This goddess demands a sacrifice of sustenance!"

It was moments like this he was glad that he had Mallory as a friend. She was one of the few people he knew who had somewhat pulled her life together and that he could easily approach. Plus she was one of the few people he trusted fully and the one person who was always there for him since he become Aaron and he knew that because of there combined secret. Plus that the Rogues seem to be one of the few teams who actual have honour amongst thieves, and while he was against the changes to the plan he knew that they were for the best as it didn't seem like it'd do him any good.

"Pfff... fine I'm fine. No alcohol. Not until tomorrow. Then we shall do this again!" he said with a laugh. He of course didn't know if he was going to tomorrow or not, likely not as a hangover usually brought him back to reality of how bad drinking was, it was really bad and tasting a mix of gummy bears and kebab in the morning was never fun.

"Well this goddess will receive a all the meat she wants!" Aaron said with a giggle as he stumbled his way forward. He didn't know where they were going, he was leaving that up to Mallory as he had no directions and his phone which could give direction would be worthless to him right now as water + technology equals to not working which is the one thing Aaron was afraid to reach into the pocket and actually take it out.

"Is it weird that I'm walking around drunk dressed as... well trickster? I mean it's not that I make an effort to dress up incognito a lot and even when I do it's still bright colours and just without my mask, which is not really effective at hiding my identity, I mean everyone knows who I am... though that can be due to my reputation as the trickster and the fact that the first time I was arrested I didn't actually have a recorded name. It was John Doe or something? What kind stupid name is John. I prefer Stanislav much better. Aaron is pretty cool and fits and where was I going with this again?" Aaron said genuinly confused for a second before catching his thoughts.

"Right Trickster clothing, I mean it is because I have a lack of clothing and I usually wouldn't care if it wasn't for that I'm now in a relationship." Aaron said nonchalantly to Mal. He just felt very talkative for some reason as he just let a lot of things go. Most which he didn't want to or just kinda flew out. Hopefully not too much damage or questions would be caused what he said.

"Also, we almost there yet? And do they sell milkshakes?"

Mal walked along next to Aaron, grabbing his arm and course correcting him when he started to drift either into the street or into a wall. Her friend was silly, especially when drunk, but he was really the only person she trusted. At all. And his tricky antics never failed to make her laugh. Not a lot did.

She pulled out her phone and looked up whatever kebab place was still open and nearby, linking their arms and starting to guide him over and across the street. The place wasn't too far and the walk might help him sober up just a little bit. He started to blabber on about what he was wearing, which she figured was what he always wore, bright colors to match is blistering personality, a stark contrast to herself and her drab exterior. Sounded all a bit nonsensical until he got to the bit at the end.

"Ah, yes...that's right, you've gone and caught feelings. At least, I figured that's what's happened to you. You've been a bit more chipper than usual." Mal led them around a corner, keeping Aaron steady as she did so. "Well Stansilav, my friend, if you're now suddenly worried about all the people you've pissed off over the years, and there are a fair few, suddenly coming after your new lady friend, well I suppose we could tone down your outrageous wardrobe." Mallory thought that was a crazy idea, wouldn't be him to be honest. But she wasn't going to say that part out loud. It was an option. Not one she'd go for, but an option nonetheless. Must be why all the hero types wear masks though, among other reasons.

As they came upon the kebab place, aptly named Abra-Kebabra, she could see a sign for milkshakes through the window. "We have arrived! And I even have money on my person so we don't have to eat and run. What kind of milkshake are you in the mood for? Also, you will be telling me about this person and your new 'relationship' status. They gotta pass the best friend test." Mallory didn't presume to know whether it was a guy or a girl, though she knew Aaron was a shameless flirt on occasion, she didn't assume to know his preferences.

Aaron let out a laugh as Mal talked about his enemies. It wasn't a lie. He rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. A lot. The Russian Mob, some of the X-students, Birdbeak and even Mal's own father must've hated his guts, but he was fine with that. Mainly for the reason that if they were going to try and take anybody he loved, they better bring the big guns. "Pffftt. I'm not worried about them going after her, the same way I'm not afraid of them going after you. You two would be able to take anybody I've pissed off faster then I can say 'Look out behind you'" Aaron said with a laugh. He honestly wasn't too afraid of people going after the people he cared about, literally all of them were tougher, faster and stronger then the average person, and a lot of them had special skills which helped them in taking anybody out. It'd be a lot easier to just directly go after him.

Aaron couldn't hold back a laugh as he read the name of the kebab place. He wouldn't be surprised if the reason Mal brought them here was because of the places name. "Make note... This will forever be my new favourite restaurant. At least till we find a place with an even punnier name." Aaron said with a chuckle.

"No eating and running... I don't think I know how to do that" Aaron said with with a sly grin. Though this was odd. It was rare when one of them actually had enough money so it was an appreciated gesture. "I have a..." Aaron thrusted his hand into his pocket and pulled out a faded, slightly torn wallet. "I've got like... almost 9 dollars to chip in" Aaron said putting in a few rumpled notes and coins into Mal's pocket, before he started stumbling towards a booth, he turned around to Mal.

"Anything with Strawberry, Caramel, or the combination of the two. And gets me the biggest meatiest kebab on the menu please." Aaron said before he found a booth and sat down. He pulled out his phone and started working on it, it seemed busted and broken but Aaron was doing what he could to somehow salvage it.

Mallory smiled at the implication that he was more worried about the idiots that would come after his best friend or girl friend, then the girls themselves. He seemed to have more confidence in her powers than she did, but that was usually the case. It still made her chuckle, and gave the mysterious girlfriend a point in her favor. She didn't feel like joining a rescue party any time soon. Glad to know she didn't have to. Unless it was to rescue Aaron. She'd do that in a heartbeat and no one would ever know what hit them.

"Well this is Central City, I'm sure there are plenty of punny restaurants. Our city actually enjoys a good laugh. And I will gladly take your money. Dining and dashing is bad form," she smiled at the cashier with a cheesy grin. Taking Aaron's money, she ordered two kebabs, a strawberry salted caramel surprise milkshake and peanut butter milkshake while he wandered over drunkenly to a booth. While the cashier was figuring out her change, she looked over at Aaron trying to fiddle with his phone and sighed. She'd lost count of how many of those things either of them had gone through. Hers mostly got fried and his...well his seemed to die in a variety of ways. Luckily this one might be fixable.

"Here," she placed a cup of uncooked rice in front of him and put his phone it in. "Let it dry out, then you can call your girlfriend and make kissy noises or whatever the hell it is you do when you drunk dial. Until then, I demand details."

She wasn't wrong. As far as Aaron knew, his favourite places all had amazingly punny names. Even if the quality was bad he would always go back and actually buy from these places, which for Aaron was a rarity. He was the kind of thief who stole from the rich and keep for himself, but the thing about these places was that they were having trouble to keep afloat, so Aaron felt guilty about stealing from these places as he did with the idea of stealing from people who truly needed the money to stay financially afloat. So giving actual money to a place with such a great name like this, with what he hoped would be great food too, gave a nice feeling. Plus on the top of being with Mal, it was turning out to be a very good evening.

Aaron gleamed at Mal as she placed the cup of rice in front of him and placed his phone in it. She was an amazing help to him, especially know that she had begun studying for something which would help her do something (honestly the moment Mal said studying, he switched off. The important thing was he knew she was studying for something to better her life so he trusted her so much more)

"Mal. What would I do with out you?" he said with a wide smile.

"And I don't make kissy noises when drunk. I prefer the real thing mind you. I get weirdly in the kissy mood when drunk. Like remember that time when we first got drunk together, and I disappeared for the better half of an hour? Yeah. A Redhead. No clue if they were cute... or a girl for that matter... was she even a redhead?" he said a long pause afterward as his mind wondered if he could remember that night, but all that came up was when he started drinking, making jokes with Mal and waking up on the roof of the CCPD with the olds Flash's helmet and wearing a corset and in handcuffs. He shook his head and returned his attention to Mal.

"Sorry. Was thinking about the corset incident. Anyway... where to start... Well her name is Cassandra, though I think if anybody called her that she could literally squish them so please if you do ever meet her call her Cassie. Or don't. Not the boss of you. She's... well... can be anything I guess, one of them mutant/alien hybrids... It's hard to explain how she usually looks like. Once my phone starts working I'll show you. Oh! And your lightspeed stalker might know her brother, as he's a titan. How's that going by the way?" he said trying to switch the topic to Mal, trying to stifle back laughing at loud as the reality of the Flash's obsession with Mal he found hilarious.

"Oh I dunno, probably play a joke on the wrong person and die. Though you seem to have a knack for surviving things that should kill you." She grinned at him and smiled as the cashier brought their milkshakes over, quickly snatching up her peanut butter to test their shake quality. She was very picky about her shakes so she had to make sure there was the right consistency and flavor. This passed with flying colors.

"She had red highlights, does that count?" Mal vaguely remembered his disappearing act, if only because she went looking for him and when he wasn't answering his phone and she had found him outside attached at the face with some girl. She had left him out there to do whatever, and the rest of the night was really a blur, mainly because she'd been a bit too free with her powers and everything ran together. It was really the last time she'd gotten that drunk. Or drunk at all for that matter.

She listened to Aaron describe Cassie with a well humored grin. He was happy, she could see that plain as day on his face as he talked. She was glad. He deserved to be happy.And normally Mal would say something about hurting her if she broke his heart, but apparently she was an alien/human hybrid thingy and they usually came with scary powers. So she nixed that idea. She almost choked on her milkshake when he brought up the Flash though, just as they brought the kebabs to the table.

"I....uh...it's...he bought me a pizza. Showed up while I was stealing internet at the pizza place for homework. Then we kinda sorta fought some gang members with the police."