Scream loud enough at close to 2am and you'll always get an answer. Aidan's head could have snapped off when he heard his name from the dark, cloaked in the tongue of Mortimer. To say Aidan didn't smile, or at the very least smirk at the sight of his old friend was a lie. Even in the darkness, anyone could see his delight. "Well, settles that! Evening, Miss uh-" Aidan looks at Mort for the name, but he doesn't wait, "Ah, fuck it." He waves his hand at her to show he was done with the situation and staggers over to Mort. He almost feels like hugging him - almost - but instead he is greeted with Mort's little silver tongue. "Charitable? Boy, you better hold your tongue. Charitable my ass! Lies! You just saying that to get her to spread her legs for ya?" He turns around to say one last thing to the woman, though, and he does yell it. "I DO HAVE PROBLEMS, BUT WHO DOESN'T!?"

As he approaches, he gets a command. THAT house. He looks in the general direction and thinks he knows which house he meant. After all, Aidan may have been seeing double by now. "That house?" He points at the wrong one. And begins to drunkenly chuckle. "Fuck Mort, I can't even walk a straight line, but I knew you'd pop out like the little gopher you are. Just gotta fill in all the holes and POP! Out comes a Mortimer!" He seems overly amused by his metaphor, and putting one hand on his friend's shoulder, he laughs, hard.

The bottle of Fireball whiskey was nearly empty in his other hand as it sloshed around, and his laughing then turned into coughing. He takes off his glasses, his blue eyes wet ... with tears? But from the laughing, the coughing or something more? He looks away, taking in a huge gulp of the bottle. "I'm glad I found you, Mortimer." His tone wasn't cheery anymore. Sniffling it in, he looks at him and smiles a sincere and affectionate smile, and just keeps his hand rested on his shoulder. He can see the softness in Mortimer's eyes then, too. "You are charitable. That was mean of me to say....I'm fucking fucked up, Mort, I didn't mean it." And then he starts to stagger off down the sidewalk, towards THAT house, without waiting for a reply.

Or, he thinks he is.

He drops his sunglasses unknowingly as he zig zags down the path. Rubbing his eyes, spitting randomly into the street. "I never thought I'd see the day. You, the neighborhood's Old Man." He talks, as if by instinct, knowing that the vampire with a cane was wobbling behind him. The thought of that makes him start laughing again, and he stops to look back to see if it's as funny as he thinks it is. "Shit, you getting some of that by the way? That blonde firecracker that wanted to beat my ass in the lawn? Imagine that, you rescuing me like a damsel in distress!"