#howlforahookup

[emissaryalder]

who?: @howlforahookup where?: all fours, but he has my tolerance

^*^

Alder really didn't like to drink, something he figured he wouldn't be able to hide for long with how frequently he came to these lycan hangouts. Even though he always nursed a club soda, there was no slipping his lack of alcohol past their noses. At least, he assumed that was the problem and got himself a proper gin and tonic that night. But it didn't feel like the problem was resolved. "Wait don't go Mr. Bartender. You've got to help me figure this out. See? I'm ... assimilating!" Perhaps it was tacky to hound a busy bartender for attention, but if downing the rest of his drink didn't immediately attract a buddy or two he wasn't sure what else he could do. "I'm giving my all to the city to help prepare for a new alpha, and it barely feels like I have any friends. Is it me? You can tell me if it's me," Alder sloppily laments, disheveling his hair some as he falls against the bar and rakes his hand through his strands, tossing Damian his best "talk to me pls" eyes.

[hearthstonc]

who? @howlforahookup where? all fours when? after closing notes: they MUST have an overlapping shift at some point awkwardddd

"Alright, I don't want to deal with you right now so let's just finish closing up and we can't go back to ignoring each other," Regina mutters as she closes the door of All Four's behind her after kicking out the last of a group of deltas that believed to be all that just because they had answered Lycaon's call. It's bad luck that Serkan had put their shifts together. Bad luck or Serkan getting tired of them avoiding each other and deciding to fuck around and find out. Either way, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hashing things out when she is still pissed at Damian's flaky fake ass attitude. Their brief yet happy conversation at the Masquerade didn't make up for that.

[hearthstonc]

who? @howlforahookup where? the midsommer event, near the gladiator arena

It is odd, how she remembers leaving Damian with a frown on her face, when she cannot recall why on the world she would frown at her nephew in all but blood. Regina wonders if maybe she had been thinking about something else at the time, because as she approaches Damian and throws an arm around his shoulder, she can't come up with a reason to be mad. Over the years, nothing that Damian had ever done had driven her to anger, not his desire to travel nor the fact that he had not been in Rome for Halloween. Nothing of the sort. She had been an angry teen when she had first seen him, barely into adulthood and bloody and bruised, and yet the eleven year old had welcomed her with open arms. How could she not love him after that? How could not wish him the best, even if that meant not seeing him for months at a time?

"Hey kiddo! Enjoying the show?"

[hearthstonc]

who? @howlforahookup​

where? a booth in the waffle house

“Damian,” she greets, sliding into the other side of the booth he is sitting in with a nod. The atmosphere is awkward, and she has an idea of why, but until Damian tells her what is wrong, she can’t be sure and she hates that. They are supposed to lean against each other. Supposed to talk to each other, but with everything that has been happening, she had forgotten to check in and now there is a tension she can’t cut through alone. “How are you, kiddo?”