@blccdiedknuckles
most people probably would have expected Duncan to be some place nicer. after all, he's a werewolf with his own fair share of money. he may not be drowning in wealth, but it's not exactly hard times. still, something at the pit stop bar kept calling him back. well actually, it wasn't a something. more like a somone. Duncan's eyes followed the hot bartender. the man was tall, easily over 6 feet compared to Duncan's 5'10" frame. and the fact that he was a boneified twink wasn't helping.
but honestly? Duncan was okay with that.
Duncan finished off the beer in his hand and smiled as the bartender made his way over to him. “long time no see,” Duncan joked as he leaned on his arms. the werewolf's eyes taking a moment to travel along the other man's hot body. “i have to say, i keep getting surprised that you're here. i would have thought a modeling agency or something would have swept you right up by now.” he flirted with a grin, deciding that tonight? tonight was the night he was going to shoot his shot.