starter for @unbite ft mill & luce & maybe pasha later
“What a day-” Mill sighs softly to himself, elbow resting on the bar top and cheek squished into his palm, as the wolf stares unseeing down into the murky depths of his Loco Moko cocktail. A heady mix of pinapple, zesty apple liquor and creme dae menth, Its fruity and fizzes on his tongue because despite being an oh-so-rugged werewolf, he can’t really stand the churn of beer. It makes him gassy.
Currently he is sat lamenting his woes in a vampire bar. It wouldn’t usually be the place for a wolf to hang out, but his whole life revolves around a vampire, he even smells of him and though indentured werewolves weren’t exactly common place, it made more sense for him to come here than some dive-bar werewolf watering hole. He never did like those guys. Speaking of his master, he had dropped the vampire off at one of his usual spots to do whatever it was Pasha got up to with someone cute on one arm and someone tall on the other. “Vampires...” Mill sighs to himself before lifting the cocktail glass to take one big gulp.











