These days, Frank frequented bars less to socialize, and more to be in a social atmosphere. Most of his drinking buddies were elsewhere, and he wasn’t the greatest at making friends. Not that he minded. Merc bars had a special brand of chaos that was never a question of if a fight would break out, but when. All he needed to do was pull up a chair in the back, and wait.
Victor Creed was not an easy man to miss. Even if he didn’t have a distinct (and massive) silhouette, the mutant carried himself with a sense of confidence that made him hard to ignore. It had been a while since Frank had seen the other man; it was the nature of their occupations. And it wasn’t really a question whether or not he’d approach. As soon as Frank noticed Victor, he was out of his seat, and on the move.
“Vic?” He grinned, as soon as he was within earshot, “S’been a while since I saw you around.”
MOST OF THESE DAYS Victor sat idyllically, time spent at bars, drinking, smoking, picking fights and strangers for pleasure, anger and lust boiling in his veins and only accelerating their fury-ridden endothermy until Victor’s claws didn’t meet flesh, canines digging into meat like a predator catching its PREY.
Cigarette resting between the sharp cat-like teeth, fangs exposed in a smirk. “ Long time no see, ” he muttered gleefully at the sight of his friend, instinctively picking up his scent, inhaling he mix of alcohol, smoke, perfume, pheromones. “ I could smell yer filthy ass across the street. What brings y’here? ” HOPEFULLY MURDER, REVENGE, BLOOD LUST or anything of that kind.
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