camille @fortunefavours said, "i've had worse injuries than this."
of that, the wolf had no doubt. judging that first night with a few other details, a picture was starting to paint about some of the injuries the bartender had been through.
the scent of blood hit right before he was relieved for his break. instead of walking around the corner for a smoke, hale pushed through the dense air and all the bodies to follow it to the bathroom. no one was screaming. no one was cheering. that allowed him to fill in the blank of someone accidentally hurting themselves. broken glass was his first guess, considering how much was around the building.
when he noticed camille wasn't behind the bar, something else fell into place.
he detoured to his locker before knocking on the bathroom door and letting himself in. smell was a marvelous sense with enough practice put in. he could hone in on people, places, things, actions, and a multitude of other things. even certain emotions came with a smell. his dad tried to explain it once. hale, a listener in his teens? hardly.
" here, " he held up a white rectangular strip like it was his most prized possession. " i know it'll heal but we gotta keep up appearances for the human folk. " or they got jittery when something didn't look normal enough. not unlike the way she'd freaked out about his fluffy wolf tail the first time she'd smelled it.
splitting the rectangle down the seam, the bouncer revealed a my little pony band-aid to place over her cut. " want me to kiss it better before putting this on? "
