(Ooooh!!!! I’ve decided that this will be my first ask as the new writer for this blog! Here we go, I hope you all enjoy!)Shane enters the club and is immediately hit with the scent of him. It’s Ryan. Shane’s eyes dart around, searching, searching.He finds Ryan at the bar, nursing what looks like a Bloody Mary, the real kind, not the one that humans drink. He seems to notice that Shane is there and he turns to face him. Their eyes lock.It’s exactly like it was way back when they first met. But instead of ooey gooey looks, Ryan instead flashes him the meanest, nastiest look he can muster. Shane almost flinches, if it weren’t for the fact that he was here on alpha business. No, he wasn’t the alpha. But he was here on behalf of his alpha.He stepped up to the bar, far enough away from Ryan that he wouldn’t be distracted by his heavenly scent and prompted the bartender.“Hey Steven, I’m looking for Ricky, do you know where I can find him?”The bartender, clearly a vampire, looked him up and down with disgust. Werewolves didn’t just walk into a vampire owned bar and expect to head straight up the food chain.“Who wants to know?”Shane bobbed his head a second before bringing it back up.“Ilnyckyj, of course.”Shane could see Steven swallow, hear the Adam’s apple thumping in his throat.“What does Andrew want with Ricky?”“That, my friend,” Shane says, leaning in close, watching Steven lean away. “Is something for myself and Ricky to discuss.”Steven waves forward another bartender and whispers in his ear, though there’s no point in secrecy. Shane can hear every word they say. Soon, Steven leads him away from the bar and up a flight of stairs. Shane looks back to see Ryan throwing back his drink and heading towards the dance floor and Shane has never wanted to be on a dance floor more than right then.When Shane was done with his business, a whole two hours later, he walked down the stairs to find Ryan still on the dance floor, dancing with some low level vampire. The thing was barely a fledging with the body of a 25 year old and the energy of a horny teenager. Shane decided that he would grab a drink before he left.Shane leaned on the bar with his eyes still trained on Ryan. “What’s your poison, my dude?”Shane turned to see a man with fluffy brown hair and an impressive beard in a grey t-shirt and round glasses smiling at him. The smile was covered by most of his facial hair but what Shane could see, it was warm and inviting. The glasses were clearly fake, as vampires had perfect vision but he must just wear them out of habit.“Bourbon and Coke.”The man prepared the drink while still conversing with Shane.“You got eyes on Ryan Bergara over there? I wouldn’t hold out too much hope. He commands when he wants you.”“Oh trust me, I know,” Shane sighs, seating himself as he sips the drink.“You have history?”“More than most people would think.”It was a half hour later when Ryan came out from the crowds, boy toy nowhere to be seen. He was panting slightly and ever so flushed, more from the heat of the room than anything else.“Hook me up with the usual, Adam.”Ryan leaned against the bar, elbows taking an obnoxious amount of space. Shane looks at him longingly.“Keep your eyes in your head, dog. You’re not getting anything from me.”Shane swallows a growl and instead moved closer and whispered in Ryan’s ear.“You wouldn’t have said that in 1800.”Ryan jerked back, a searing cold look on his face.“Well, fucking news flash, fella. We’re well past that.”Ryan scanned the room and located his now lost looking dance partner, waving him over.“I don’t understand why you hate me so much now. We used to be very acquainted back in the day. Making me jealous didn’t work in 1567 and it won’t work now.”Ryan clicked his tongue and flicked his hand, sending the boy away before he could get closer. He pulled Shane close by the collar and his lips brushed Shane’s ear.“You get one hour to prove I should even consider taking you back.”“Oh,” Shane questioned with a lazy smirk, his eyes melting“Shut it. You should consider yourself lucky,” Ryan says, shoving Shane back while keeping a hand clenched in his shirt.“Ya know, if you wanted to wrinkle my shirt, I could think of much better ways.”A glass was set down with a thunk behind them and Ryan hissed at Shane.“Keep your voice down!”“If you come back with me, we won’t have to.”Ryan scanned Shane up and down. Ever since the both of them had turned, they’d had to stay enemies. Ryan as a vampire and Shane as a werewolf? How do you explain that to anybody? Especially the covens and packs where they resided.Ryan took the glass, a fresh Bloody Mary, drained it all in one gulp, and pulled Shane to the front door by his hand, weaving through the crowds like nothing.“One more chance, Madej. If you disappoint me, we’ll never speak again, you have my word.”Both men knew that neither would be disappointed by the end of the night.
