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Time was like this goddamn sunset taking forever to set so he could really get into something to satisfy his violence urges. One of his hands ruffles his hair as he stared out from his post at the mutts acting like fools. Seriously, he could probably convince one to go wander themselves into the lake and drown. That would be one of the more favorable moments of the night. He had already cast a few threatening ‘give me a reason, motherfucker’ looks at the other wolves. Most of them had scattered except one, so he leaned against a tree and placed the cold beer on his knuckles savouring the numb coolness it brought.
Liam paused when there was movement out of the corner of his eye. Using his militant reflexes he didn’t wince as his hand quickly unhoisted the gun and aimed it in the direction. Then he saw who the other figure was and placed it back, moving the cold beer back over his reddened knuckles.
“What if we start a new count at this party?” He drawed out as if they had already been having some sort of conversation, but they hadn’t. “Who’s going to miss the lot of these bitches anyway? Organs can be experimented on too.” A smug smirk crosses his lips as he shrugs his shoulders with indifference and slumps against the trunk of the tree.