Ren wasn’t entirely sure why Vincent accepted a new member into his pack, and he certainly didn’t understand why the werewolf insisted on Ren meeting him at a bar rather than Vincent’s place… It made no sense. But really, when did the guy make sense? The last time he saw the guy was passed out on Lawrence’s floor, for whatever reason…
The fox glanced through bar patrons.. Apparently this kid was easy to spot. They always wore skeleton print…?
Oh, there he was – seemingly moping over a drink, nearby the corner of the bar, bartender not too far from him. He might have ordered another… Vin didn’t mention this kid was an alcoholic or anything…
Ren approached the pastel punk cautiously, awkwardly waving once he was in his sight…. He took it upon himself to sit next to him, albeit awkwardly.
“ Er… Eli, right? My name’s Ren… Vincent told me to meet up with you here? I’m not sure if he told you about me or not yet… ”
Meeting new people was never his strong suit, but he had to do it anyway... At least this guy was part of the pack, right? Or, at least, that’s the vibe he got when Vincent explained him to him. At least he could meet him with a drink in his hand.
Perking up a bit as the fox approached him, Eli quietly waved back. Play it cool, this wouldn’t be hard... He was among friends, right?
“... Y-Yeah.” He mumbled, averting eye contact. Shit. He was already fucking this up. “He told me a bit about you.... U-Uh... Sorry, I’m really bad at this.”
Turning his attention to his drink, he swirled it gently. His hands, bruised and sore from the last few days, held onto the glass weakly. “Vince mentioned that you were a friend of his, right...? Uh... It’s, nice to meet you.”
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