fullmoonfever:

Gregory Price slipped out of the Kingston Mines club and out into the mostly empty streets of Chicago. The night air was crisp as it tended to be during the early spring. The wind blew, which is Chicago was totally not a surprise, and Greg wrapped the trench coat he normally wore around him.

He bowed his head and started walking back toward his apartment.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he stopped walking. Something was not right. Greg looked around, but didn't see anything or anyone. He didn't like the feeling of this.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking again.

_tsunami_:

Cait had known that Aaron's birthday was coming up and she had made sure she wouldn't miss doing something for him. She didn't know what to get him outside of his favorite baked goods. Which is what she made. She put them in a basket and left them on his bed with a card wishing him a happy birthday.