LOCATION: The Den WHO: @aaron-crossley
Right now, Mikael borrowed his brother’s flannel and was wearing jeans along with some boots. It was not his style at all, but he didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb. One reason he was here at The Den, a bar dedicated to the werewolves in town and was not exactly his scene. But, he kind of wanted to go unnoticed and just have a few drinks without anyone he knew around him.
Seated at the bar, Mikael leaned over. “May I have a cos,” he paused realizing the whole point was to be someone else tonight. “Actually would you just make that a um, Jack and Coke please.” The fae ordered. It had been ages since he had the concoction, in fact the last time was with his brothers when they were all in one place at the same time.
And then something caught his eyes, a larger male that had muscles for days. The man’s jaw dropped slightly, his pupils growing large as he watched the other for a moment. Mikael quickly shook his head, reminding himself he was there to drink and forget Mikael and maybe be Nathan, Aiden, Sawyer, one of his brothers that appeared to have their shit together.
“Hey,” he said, giving a heads up. “What are you ordering?”
