A Meeting at Wits’ End
the elf hardly ventured out alone nowadays. pre-occupied with three other bodies continuing to circle his orbit, his old stomping grounds had become figments of his past. except one. unbeknownst to him its the last place anyone night blood affiliated should be, but he always found his way back to its grungy frames and vintage signs, wanting the comfort and familiarity of something in all the new that was happening in his life.
far out of place, clad in black slacks and sort of a salmon button up, he entered the place that might as well been a second home. he’d cried to plenty of bartenders at the howler, joined into karaoke sing along’s with bikers and convicts and yet he always seemed to come back for a bit more. the patrons that remembered him greeted him drunkenly as he approached the bar his favorite drink landed in front of him as if on cue. with a smile he thanked the bartender, one who knew him well and only flashed him a knowing smile while she continued to busy herself with a bar full of guests, barking in her direction for refills and orders.
a familiar set of tattoos caught his eye and with a grin blue grabbed his drink and strolled over, a bright smile on his face as he approached the wolf.
“ya~ , long time no see?” he could vividly remember many nights that he and the elder spent talking for hours while their drinks watered down, spilling over too many blocked off feelings to who was once a stranger and maybe still was. outside of their woes blue and dabin hardly knew each other. // @vcxlobo