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First Meeting | phobeworld

Peter gave a low hum as he walked through the street. It wasn’t particularly busy and it was one of the three hours shifts where the bar was relatively dead, so he’d left a manager in charge and gone to buy some Turkey, Bacardi [in five flavors] and Daniels for the backup supply in the basement. The supply had gotten a bit low since a combination of a Bachelorette party and a birthday party had come in within an hour of each other. The wolf rolled his eys. He saw more drunk women than anything on weekends, and it was quite annoying. Not that he didn’t mind the drunken men and women who came in for a good time, he just occasionally wished there was eye candy for the younger staff to gawk at when Chris was around. He’d nearly broken a girl’s hand when she’d let her hand glide up the hunter’s arm while at the bar. Shaking the image from his head, he walked into the store, greeting the young man up front and going straight for the section he needed, sliding his hands into his pockets as he debated which vodka flavors he should buy.

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The Dark Side

Liam yawned, slightly as he shook his head. The apartment was cool, temperature wise at least; it was a fairly basic apartment filled with Colin’s things. There was hardly anything of his own in his new place; technically his place to crash for the time being. A few days ago he was running from his past; too scared to face what he had done, what his former friends would say to him or what they thought of him. A little over a week ago, they were all he had with his parents caring more about their money; hardly speaking to him. 

Colin was different, he was sarcastic and witty. A bit of an ass but he was kind and he talked to Liam, more so than his parents had in a long time. He sprawled out on the couch dressed in a t-shirt and mesh shorts. He sat up a bit; moving the small blanket aside he cleaned up the couch area and put away his “bed”. Mainly his blanket and pillow but it was just easier to call it a bed. 

He looked around, Liam figured Colin had other business to attend too; after all Liam understood; he’d joined the same business a few days ago. A gang. It took some thought but this is what he wanted, change. Besides, he couldn’t just keep running or sitting on Colin’s couch feeling sorry for himself. 

Once he put up the bed he heard a knock at the door; Liam debated opening it, but figured if it was for Colin he could take a message. He walked over to the door and unlocked two of the locks before pulling it open. “Hello?”