The well past tipsy werewolf nodded toward the bartender, who shook his head in return. She frowned, tipping her head toward the empty glass in front of her and continuing to stare down the man. “What, you’re cutting me off?”
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The well past tipsy werewolf nodded toward the bartender, who shook his head in return. She frowned, tipping her head toward the empty glass in front of her and continuing to stare down the man. “What, you’re cutting me off?”
“Man, it’s almost midnight, isn’t it? You ready for 2019?”
“You sure about that one?” Georgia glanced over the computer again, typing in the information for a second time and looking for the prescription. “It’s not coming up.”
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“I hope you have a decent excuse for interrupting me. These plans have to be perfect and if you plan on distracting me, I require warning.”
“It’s really almost New Years already, huh?”
“Hey sugar, ya feel like helping a girl out?” Batting her eyelids at the passerby, used to getting her own way with a smile and a flirt. “If ya do a good enough job I might even make it worth ya while.”
Frantically trying to get her lighter to work, the blonde eventually came to the conclusion that it was as dead as she was. With a sigh, she perched on the close by bench, not having the heart to put the cigarette she desperately craved back in it’s box. Instead she just stared at it longingly, hoping that would make up for the fact she was unable to smoke it.
It was a leftover addiction from when she was human, and although she wasn’t sure if she still could have addictions like that, it often distracted her from the urge to feed. Looking up at the person walking past, she guessed that it was worth asking. “Any chance you’ve got a light?”
Terrance walked along the path, staring at his feet. He was distracted by them — almost mesmerized; walking and doing so however and whenever he wanted was simple but felt so freeing. It was enough to keep him from realizing someone was coming up in the direction until it was too late and he’d bumped into them. He instantly startled, head jerking up from his lowered gaze to see who he’d crossed. “S—S-Sorry. I was... I didn’t mean—”