#hardin fitzgerald

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💘 go on a first date (Hardin)

( @hardin-fitzgerald ) || location: My Cup Runneth Over

In a mystical town filled with werewolves, vampires, and witches - one had to keep their eyes peeled for potential dangers when living in New Haven. Will Schift in particular had to keep had to his peeled from one danger in particular, a first date gone bad. Deciding to choose a place that would prove he wasn't attached to his bar, Will had decided to take the werewolf out to the coffee shop. It had an air of coziness and comfort that perhaps The Dry Tap had lacked or perhaps provided in other ways. Will's knee bounces as the vampire nervously waited for Hardin to appear. He had already ordered a cup of tea for himself. With Will not being sure on dietary challenges werewolves might have with coffee, the vampire decided to wait for Hardin to order his drink. Perhaps Will might learn more about the werewolf this way, what one orders from a coffee shop is practically the modern day horoscope. Would Hardin order something on the bitter side or cradle a cup of coffee flavored iced cream? Who knows? But it was thrilling to Will regardless. As he hears the shop's front door open, Will's concentration on the floating tea stops, giving the table a light rain of tea. He looks at the door and finds Hardin entering the shop. Will gives an awkward smile as he waves Hardin over.

"Nice to see you again, Hardin. Hope you found the place okay."

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"Is that my shirt?" — Hardin

@hardin-fitzgerald

"You know if you want to see me shirtless, you just have to ask. No need for calling me a shirt thief." Will proceeds to take off his shirt. He looks down at the garment surprised, "Oh, this is yours. Hehe, whoops."

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@hardin-fitzgerald || CLOSED STARTER || location: The Dry Tap Bar

Will groans as he peels himself off the hardwood floors of his apartment. His head throbbing, no doubt his body punishing him for yesterday activities. He squints at the window, half convinced he'd forgotten his daylight ring before he realized it just came with the package of being hungover. "C'mon, Will."

"We need to get up." He groans, stretching himself across his bed. He manages to get up from his bed and continue on with his morning routine, begrudgingly. All that seems to be worth it once he makes his way downstairs to open the bar. His assistant had been waiting for him and Will was able to tell the minute the scent of him hit his nose. Having not fed since he awoke, Will had a deep hunger inside him that needed to be sated and no hunger over could suppress that need.

He leans back on his chair, licking the red liquid from the corner from his mouth. It didn't do much to clean the mess on his face but did enough for the vampire to savor his recent meal. Will's expression changes from blissful to surprise as he sees a familiar man walk inside his bar.

"Hardin, I apologize you had to see this." Will begins to say, taking one of the napkins on the table and wiping his face clean of the red ketchup. "Had I known you'd show up, I wouldn't have indulged."

"Would you like some fries?" He chuckles lightly, offering one from his plate that once housed a burger as well. "Better get them while they're hot."